Saturday, March 22, 2008
In general, parents suck. Took the boys to an Easter Egg hunt today. Jack got to compete in the 2-under division. The hunt was pretty crowded, lots of families there. When the whistle blew, it seemed like every kid had at least one parent assisting them with the hunt. I thought the hunt was for kids, so I let Jack go at it himself. Parents were boxing him out, hovering over areas of the field in the hopes that their kids would get a couple precious eggs. One parent even carried her 2 year old over to the coveted "golden egg", so that her child would win the special prize. Good stuff...this is why I dread the day I have to sign my boys up for non-competitive soccer or tee ball. The parents were into this way too much, and did all they could to ensure their kids had the most plastic eggs filled with cheap stale candy. Apparently the fact that not a single egg was hidden was still not easy enough for the kids. I thought I'd let Jack go at it himself. He'd have more fun, or so I thought. Instead he ended up without eggs. When it came time for the 3 year olds, Carter was scared by the loud cheers and bumbling around of parents. He came to me and asked to go home. Looks like they inherited my love for crowds. The good thing is that neither of them really seemed to care about the eggs.
The madness surrounding today's event got me to thinking...WWJD? When Jesus held egghunts for his disciples, did they get crazy about finding that golden egg? I bet at least one of them was annoyed about the craziness of being the one that gathered the most plastic eggs filled with cheap candy. I'm sure others got sick of Jesus' antics and wished he didn't hide the eggs. And if there wasn't enough Cadbury eggs to go around, would Jesus take one and multiply it for his disciples?
...why do we hide eggs on Easter?