Yesterday, we dyed Easter eggs--oh the mess! We had four little cups filled with blue, purple, green and yellow dye for the eggs. He wasn't in a great mood when we started, but after I showed him how to pull the egg out of the pot then put it into the dye, he decided he loved it!
He put one egg in each color then continued to get more eggs out of the pot and add multiple eggs to the bowls of dye. Whoops, I didn't exactly plan for that. The dye was overflowing my

much-too-small-bowls and going all over the counter, but he just said "oh, oh" and persevered. After they were in the dye a while, I took one out and showed him how they are colored and told him that he could take out the rest.
"Whoa!" he was amazed! He took out another one, "whoa!"
I could just see the wheels turning in his head. . . well, what if I dipped an already colored egg into this other color?
This process continued until several of the eggs were a brownish color. They did come out really pretty because of the way the color resisted some areas and was drawn to others. And since he hasn't really mastered "gentle," most of the eggs were cracked, but still a huge improvement on last year when Grandma dyed eggs with him.

He even enjoyed the clean-up process. He would soak up the dye with a paper towel, then
squeeze it out--he got a kick out of this little trick several times!
Though this process lasted for more than an hour, he still wanted more. We decided to have an egg knocking contest right there in our kitchen. It didn't take him very long to decide that this was the best game in the world. I held an egg in my hand and he knocked his egg onto mine until one of ours broke.
Yay, his went first! Is it wrong to win an egg knocking contest played with my 22 month old son? Hey--blame it on the egg.