The Socialist Egg Hunt

So, every year I swear I am not going to take my kids to any of the Easter egg hunts because every one that we have attended where we live has been terrible.  I always cave last minute because, ya know, I'm a bit of a traditionalist. 

This year's was the worst.  We showed up and the announcer guy informed us all that each child got one egg.  Seriously.  One egg.  Cole looked at me and said (very calmly) "well that sucks."  I have to agree.

 

So they blew the whistle and all the kids ran to the very opposite end of the field, gathered up their one egg, and then ran back to wait in line to trade their egg for a treat.  The treat was a box of Peeps, the world's worst candy.

And that is when I turned into an Easter egg hunt scrooge.  Cause really, who sits around planning an egg hunt for kids and thinks, "I know.  We'll give them each just one egg and then make them wait in a long line to trade it for some yucky candy.  They'll have a blast!" 

Maybe I'm just too competitive, but I think our kids will all live if someone gets a couple more eggs than them in the egg hunt.  Sheesh.  I'm sticking to our family hunts.