Easter Madness and Mayhem!

"Parawon has got to be having a town Easter Egg Hunt!" I said. "Its really important Wyatt go to an Easter Egg hunt with other kids!" I said. "Easter Egg hunts as an only child were so boring and sad for me. We have to create beautiful memories for Wyatt! Give him something better!" I said.

And with that motherly determination, we headed for the baseball fields where I imagined beautifully colored Easter Eggs hiding among the green grass and tulips. But alas, what did we find? A huge swarm of children, standing in a parking lot, panting behind a streamer with a sign marking each age group. I felt as though I had entered my horse, I mean, my child into the Kentucky Derby. In front of us, a chaotic explosion of plastic Easter eggs, pencils, pop cans (all caffeinated), and candy, all just waiting. We decided to help Wyatt with a little strategy. "Don't worry about the pop or the pencils, Wyatt. Go for the eggs. There's numbers in some of them and you might win a huge Easter basket."

Finally, an announcement over the P.A. system. "YOU MAY BEGIN THE EASTER EGG HUNT!" And they're off! Like a flock of seagulls devouring locusts, the children swarmed the goodies, leaving a clean, pristine parking lot in their wake. I stood there, watching Wyatt, as he walked past each and every Easter Egg and picked up pencils and as many pop cans as his Tonka Truck Easter basket could carry. Really, Wyatt, really? But then the tragedy occurred. The Tonka Truck could not hold onto the 5 pop cans any longer, and the basket tipped over, dropping all the hard earned contents back onto the asphalt! I quickened my step as I could see panic frozen in my son's face! All of his Easter goodies were being swiped by the other nasty, greedy children. You know, the ones I wanted him so badly to interact with at the Easter Egg hunt? Thankfully, a sweet mother nearby saw the crocodile tears on Wyatt's cheeks and stepped in, swooping up the 5 pop cans that Wyatt had so treasured, and putting them in his basket. I finally got to him and just let him cry out all the anxiety he was enduring at the moment.

To save the event from being one of the most traumatic events in my 4 year old's life, we saved the day by getting some candy from the good ol' Easter Bunny himself and a visit with the community Firemen. Then we quickly got out of there and blew off some steam hitting the slopes! Wyatt decided speeding down a snow covered mountain is much more relaxing than some crazy egg hunt!