For Easter this year I hard boiled 38 eggs for the kids to dye. I wondered how we could possibly eat them all. By Easter Sunday, six days later, they were all gone.

Today the twins went looking for some more. This is what I found when I got out of the shower:







After cleaning up the mess, extracting apologies and promises to NEVER do that again I let the kids out of their room and went to finish my hair and makeup. When I was done I came out to the kitchen to find this:





Whoever said the TV isn’t a good babysitter was right.