
Noel's first egg dying experience began with him holding his first egg, saying "ball", and then chucking it into the floor as hard as he could. He was in dire need of a nap at that point so we put him to bed while his brother, the artist, worked his magic. We set one egg aside for him and one cup of color to minimize the chances of utter disaster. After playing outside in the dirt (previous post) we stripped him down for one more messy photo op. As you can see, he is an artist in the making just like his big brother.
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