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a borough near our neighborhood was hosting an easter egg hunt (free - yes) and i thought p would like it.

i mean.  she would live off of candy if i gave her the opportunity so searching for it is a pretty much guaranteed p success.

when we arrived i realized that she has no idea what it was all for and she was just there for the fun.

she has no idea who the easter bunny is.

she was so excited to see him and i asked her, 'who is that?'

and she replied, 'a rabbit!'

she was just really excited to see a giant rabbit.

after a long battle against santa claus (who she tells me she pretends is real) it was nice

to not have to whisper the easter bunny truth and worry about her spilling the beans.

she just had fun searching for candy.  it was just simple fun.

except p was awfully confused about why there was all this hay and no horse.

quote: 'if you have hay you need a horse.'

horse loving indoctrination... success.

we had fun too, except for the other parents.  there are so many truly misbehaved children that i run into and it's all the parents fault.

further proof? parents don't obey the rules themselves.

standing on the sideline so we can safely see p search for plastic eggs and candy, we can see her well and all the kids are having fun.

cut to rush of parents running in to help their kids search for candy.

we're in the 3-7 year old search field people.  p can smell candy on my breath and can hear a wrapper opened at a hundred paces.  chances are your kids are the same.

they can find the candy themselves.

did you not hear anything the person on the loud speaker said.

not only did it make it suddenly make it very difficult to see p and watching her became a gymnastic exercise but a second result was a plethora of much larger rear ends bent over at the hips right in the middle of my pictures.

if i was mean spirited i would have posted the pictures but instead i deleted them all and i'll settle with just telling you about it.

so be warned, if at an easter egg hunt and they say adults stay out, stay out, or your tukas will be the center of someones snap shot.  you'll be like the grandma fanny gardening lawn ornament inserted into someone's easter holiday album.