Dyed Eggs

For the last two days me and Noah have been making small amounts of Easter eggs. I'm not sure if you still call them Easter eggs if it's not Easter. But we're making them. Why? because he wants to and he gets all pissed off if I say he can't and I can't really think of a good reason why not to make them. Other than that we are wasting food. So I made sure we are only making a couple at a time. Which would mean we are wasting dye, but I solved that problem by just putting the dye in containers to be saved for later. I guess I didn;t do that on Easter because I figured I wouldn't be dying eggs again for a whole year. But since it appears we are probably going to be doing this every day, might as well save the dye.

We got into this because the egg dyeing kits Grace bought were found and ripped open. And I know that even if it wasn't ripped open, there is no way that we will be keeping track of that box until next Easter. So in  a way it will be a waste not to put it to use now.

Jonah is actually the one who found the box and said he wanted to do "Euster" eggs. When asked why he liked "Euster" eggs he would reply, "Because they DIE."

I think he means dye. But eggs are dyed, they don't dye. Or die. I mean at some point they are alive and can develop into chicks right. But does an egg die, or does a fetus die? How's that work? I've explained homonyms several times on the way to school.

Well I also find it hard to argue with Noah now because I know that thing is still in his ear. I had a few dreams about it. We are going to make an attempt to get it out on Wednesday from a specialist Doctor. They are going to try to do this without sedation, which I am happy about because I started getting anxious about that, and I really hope that he can get it out without being sedated. I've never even been sedated.