There is a sundry of reasons to dye Easter eggs at Grandma’s house, but the most compelling is making a mess somewhere that I don’t live.
I didn’t actually ever say “Easter eggs”. When I had everything ready to dye, the kids had made a tent in the living room and were playing dragons (the kind of dragon that really likes to camp). So I told the student dragons that teacher dragon was going to show them how to decorate their dragon eggs so that the baby dragons would be beautiful and strong.
All that is to explain why my kids are snarling and posing their green talons with their “Easter” eggs. Sorry, Jesus. I’ll do better next year.