You didn’t think anyone saw you at John the Baptist. Two moms, one dad, two daughters. You walked up while the Easter Service was still in progress. The two girls were dressed like they belonged. The three adults, not so much. How sad is it that you let your two little girls scout for and find every single egg hidden before the hunt was even close to starting. You were, however, somewhat responsible for not letting them take them all and run. You did at least wait for one kid to come out of the church first. That is a whole new level of disgusting entitlement. So gross.
