On the Thursday before Easter my friend invited me and my girls to her house to paint eggs with her and her girls. She’s a brave soul, I know this because she included glitter. Glitter, people. Glitter.
(FYI, I’m scared of glitter and little girls and craft sessions all rolled into one.)
Turns out that glitter isn’t so bad once the children are bit older, she said I could bring Lexi but we opted to leave her at Grandma’s because if Lexi got a hold of glitter bad, bad, bad things would happen.
There was no electricity in their house due to a large storm but the afternoon was lovely and perfect.
We made 24 eggs and hid them on Friday during our church’s Passover feast. Only 23 were found. Something is going to start smelling funny soon.