When I was little, I think we only dyed Easter eggs once because Emily and I used to play with the colored ones and hide them over and over again (yes, the boiled eggs). One day, a few weeks later, we started smelling something foul in our bedroom. Upon searching, we discovered a single forgotten egg, absolutely rotten and absolutely disgusting. Dad forbade anymore boiled eggs and we've used plastic ever since. So this year, we decided to color eggs and use them for breakfast later during the week.