The Easter hunt practice is making me think about an egg hunt I took my kids to many years ago. They must have been about 3 and 5 at the time. It was all very relaxed with little ones having fun and slowly looking for eggs. Then this older kid (about 10 years old) came along and he was racing around running in front of all the little ones and had the biggest basket full of eggs he was snatching. His parents didn’t say a word and just let him run through the place like a tornado taking all the eggs. The little ones ended up with about 3 to 5 small eggs each whilst this kid had upwards of 50. The organisers looked so appalled and were apologetic but again the parents did nothing. This could be a future Jackson.