The egg-decorating project reached a standstill late yesterday afternoon.
Little Emmie clarified, "The plastic doesn't fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, Aunt Brenna."
Her mommy added, "Well, when I was little we always used to put the eggs in really hot water
to shrink the too-big plastic bands, but that may take away the eggs' coloring."
I extended, "When I used to work part-time at Pottery Barn,
during Christmas we'd always use cellophane bags.
They came in one size -- big and square -- and then we would add
whatever gift the store wanted to feature.
You know what the trick is for shrinking a cellophane bag?"
"Sure!" everyone replied without pause.
"A hair dryer!" I whispered.
So the eggs skittered around on the plastic blue plate all the way down the L-shaped hallway
and then rested on the bathroom countertop while I plugged in the hair dryer.
I wondered, "Could I just do them all at once?"
So, I tried.
To save you the suspense, it didn't work. Not even a little bit.
The eggs would need to be done one-by-one.
So I held each one between my thumb and first finger,
rotating it every time the heat became too much.
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and
5.
"Emmie!!!! Look! The hair dryer worked!" I called.
And two little sets of little girl hands filled the blue plate
to merge egg displays into one...
...in the center of the kitchen island.
"Can we eat them know?" a little voice chirped.
Write on,
b
