Dyeing Easter Eggs

Ah, 4:30 a.m. Gee, I love having babieswhodonotsleep(tm). :sleepy2:

Today my son will be coloring Easter Eggs for the first time. This should be interesting. My friends have all warned me not to get it on clothing. But I have a sneaking suspicion that the dye won’t work…that it will stain my kitchen table, my son’s face, but not the eggs with that nice little Use Before March 16 stamp on them. Who came up with that, anyway? My husband is obsessive-compulsive about expiration dates. Now, I don’t go around using rotten eggs in my cooking, but I’ve never had a problem with it before.

This is the man who throws out the milk on the date stamped on it. If meat is three days old, out it goes. God forbid you should eat it 4 days later.

And worst of all, he doesn’t want the kids to eat cookie dough and batter. Raw eggs, you know. Salmonella.

Personally, I think licking the cookie dough bowl is a critical part of childhood. If you’ve never sneaked a hunk of chocolate chip cookie dough or licked the brownie bowl (okay, AFTER you’ve poured the batter into the pan), you’re missing out.

So we sneak around. When my hubby is watching sports or reading the paper, I grab a spoonful and sneak it to my son. We conspire together. Chocoholics unite.

One of the finer points of being a mom, in spite of the 4:30 wake-up calls.