Dying Eggs...

We finally dyed Easter eggs this week.  While I was getting everything ready, Sophia asked me if I had "the dead eggs" I kind of laughed and told her the eggs were hard boiled, not dead.  Then I brushed it off and went on getting things ready.  Today in the car, she started talking about "the dead eggs" again, and I realized she thought when we were dying them, we were killing them.  Dye (or die as she heard it) = killing the egg.  It cracks me up how literal kids are!