Someone, and I'm not naming names, decided to forego using the handy octagonal shaped wire thingy to get the Easter eggs in and out of the dye. That meant that she was literally dripping permanent food coloring, and all the while she was wearing a brand new outfit.

Rather than risk permanently scarring the most recent cotoure from The Gap, we opted not to change her into damageable clothes but instead to let her strip down to her Dora underpants to finish coloring the eggs. Oh, and then we let her run around blowing bubbles too.

We're great parents, aren't we? The good news from all of this is that we think we're pretty sure is going in the full-page yearbook ad the year she graduates from high school.

(BTW, WTE = White Trash Easter. Enjoy).