Now that I have a two-year-old, I have been hounded with questions about whether I’m taking my son to an Easter egg hunt.
(Full disclosure: No one has asked me this)
The short answer is no.
The long answer is F*** no.
I might have mentioned I once worked as a newspaper reporter. Thank you. Oh, wait you weren’t applauding. I thought maybe you were applauding.
I was a serious journalist, and that is why I covered the annual Easter egg hunt at the local park. I asked some tough questions like “Why are you here?” “Do you think you’ll find an egg?” and “Is there a bridge nearby? I’d like to jump off it.”
It begins all nice and egg-free. The kids appear human as do the parents.
But as soon as the air horn sounds, it quickly devolves into something resembling a Black Friday stampede for the cheapest electric egg cooker.
Parents, who have already staked a position by an easily visible egg, pounce upon it like a pack of jackals, spraying their urine and feces freely to ward off intruders.
Okay, maybe not that, but they yell really loud and basically push two-year-olds out of the way. Once their grubby snot-nosed child picks it up (always snot-nosed, always dripping, always the child I end up having to interview at the end of the 3-second bloodbath, always manages to get snot on me), they move onto the next egg, bawking orders like chickens if chickens could bawk orders, and just generally making the Easter Bunny weep hot tears.
There should be a limit to how many eggs one can grab (correct amount is 1) and how many times one can bellow “C’mon! C’mon! C’mon! Right here!!! Right here!!! Get it!!!! GET IT!!!!!” (correct amount is never)
Even after reading this, you feel you must subject your offspring to an early taste of dashed hopes and despondency, please follow these tips:
- Bring eggs with you. At the start of the hunt, put them in your child’s basket and say “Let’s go home.”
- Watch or read something uplifting to restore your faith in humanity.
- Enter a profession that will never make you cover an Easter egg hunt. One day you will find yourself writing sentences like these: “Thousands of children and parents packed the park. Many held plastic bags and baskets to load with eggs.”
- Weep hot tears.