A Good Day To Dye

Tie-dye, that is.

Today was my youngest nephew's birthday. My sister asked him "T, what kind of birthday party would you like to have?"
T replied "Yellow!"
"Ok. Yellow what? Yellow school bus? Yellow tractors? Yellow trucks?"
"Yellow!"

So T wore a yellow t-shirt that read "I'm the Square Root of 9 years old," and had yellow cake with yellow frosting, yellow plates, tellow napkins, yellow balloons ans streamers...and we had a picnic and did tie-dye. (with plenty of morbid jokes about "Who wants to dye first?" "Hey Honey, come watch me dye!" Before that we were discussing bird kidneys and rat vomit, or the nonexistence thereof. We're a weird bunch.)

I thought yellow tie-dye on a white shirt would come out pale and boring, but T ended up with some striking tigerish stripes. A and J, AKA Niece and Oldest Nephew, made impressive hearts. (All 4 of the Under-7 crew had adult help.) The whole batch came out quite nice, with the exception of my mom's experiment that was supposed to make a rainbow of rings on a pink shirt, but ended up looking more like spilled paint, and the "mud socks" I mopped up spilled dye with.

T got a stomp-rocket for his birthday. Nephew C practically launched one into orbit.

We had BBQ, chips, fruit... a whole festive spread.

It was great.