I have long resisted the temptation to start crafting with Faith, as I am terribly afraid of mess. Having handed her Crayola washable markers a few weeks ago, and witnessed her drawing on just about every surface she could get her hands on (accidentally or not), I decided to ditch any arty-farty plans in the near future.
One of these do not belong to the others
But you know, it IS the Easter weekend, and M had grand plans to cook up a hearty English breakfast this morning. I took a deep breath, drilled holes into four eggs, emptied their contents into a bowl of gorgeous sunsets that would be turned into perfectly scrumptious scrambled eggs. There, there, nothing was wasted because Faith and I had a blast decorating the shells!
Mama finally had time to play with her barely-used set of watercolour paints (oh joy!), and Faith…scribbled on the egg, whilst exclaiming ‘Teh-Shoo!’ (tissue) or ‘Kah-yuh’ (colour). She was trying to figure out if she should have her hands, which are covered in marker ink, cleaned, or to just go wild with the egg. Well, whatever works. As long as I could tease the colours into being onto the shells, as long as we have pretty eggs lying around the house for us to tell the story of Life.
Happy Easter, to those who celebrate!