Things I did right this year:
Four sets dye, four sets cups, LOTS of eggs.
(although Rory just said "I need more egg. She never really quite gets the idea of enjoying the process–for her, it’s a race to speed-dye the eggs, or frost the cookies, or whatever.)
Bought white eggs in the next (bigger) town over. New England hens lay brown eggs, which dye more, well, subtly.
Took this picture before Wyatt spilled his orange.