What, we were supposed to do this earlier, and have a hunt for the eggs today? No way, they’d be too easy to find. I can smell them from here right now.
Hey, we’re fairly new at this parenting thing, and it’s a steep learning curve. My mom asked me yesterday if we’d made hats. Sigh. Maybe next year we’ll have it together enough for that.
Here’s the setup. Bowls and paper plates with food colouring in water, and olive oil drizzled into each one. It wouldn’t have had to be olive oil but the only other oil we have right now is sesame, which, with boiled eggs, would have made for an interesting combo of aromas.
The oil, where it wets the egg, keeps the water from touching it, so that part of the egg doesn’t get coloured. For artists and geeks, it’s egg lithography with the oil as a resist.
As you can see, G was more interested in crunching and squishing the eggs than in colouring them. She was also interested in smooshing and splooshing the coloured water around.
We vacuumed three times and mopped twice over the course of this exercise.
I suppose I should point out that there were no white eggs at all at the grocery store. Brown is the norm here. I managed to get a neat patterned egg or two while G wasn’t looking.
Good thing I got a decent shot of the eggs before what happened next. It wasn’t pretty…