I remember so well the years that both of my kids colored Easter eggs and ended up with brown hands. Those wire loop holders were ignored in favor of tiny fingers, dipped into one color after another. Easter morning they showed off fancy dresses and handsome dress shirts and hands still stained to the wrists. Most of the eggs were brown, too.
The kids are bigger now, but not too big to enjoy coloring eggs. Tristan’s hands were still a bit “colorful” but I’m happy to say that the eggs were, too.