The Annual Foster Care Picnic

So, we went to The Annual Foster Care Picnic (no pics of us the actual event to protect children in the background who may have an open case). So, we got there pretty much on time. We meandered over to the welcome booth to get wrist bands for the promised activities and lunch. There were several families in front of us who had been waiting for a while, "What's the hold up?" I asked the lady in front of me who replied that they had run out of wrist bands. The line began moving again shortly and we assumed that they found extras for the second half of the families.
So, we get to the front of the line and a man walks up to my babies and proceeds to wrap their bitty little wrists in.....wait for it......crime scene tape.
I looked at the man, aghast. Was this some sort of tasteless joke?
"We ran out of bracelets." he explained.
"So you're wrapping the foster children in crime scene tape?"
He gave me an apologetic glance, and we moved on to the lunch line, my littlest one attempting to gnaw the plastic off his tiny wrist.
At the lunch booth we were told that all the condiments, drinks, chips and napkins had run out. Only half of the families had been served.
We took our dry hot dogs to the lot of crowded picnic tables, the boys anxious to eat quickly and head over to the snow cone booth.
Except that by the time we got there the syrups were gone. The kids were taking their plain cup of ice with disappointed looks.
But, that's OK, because at least there's still the free booth where every little one gets a new toy and the older ones get a backpack with some school supplies inside!
Yeah.
They, too were out.
I was mad, not for my boys who weren't terribly disappointed, but for the older ones who had really been looking forward to this party after they received the invitation for "a day of free lunch, dessert, toys, school supplies, games and FUN!!"
These kids have already suffered so much disappointment and loss, it seemed like a burn. Especially from the agency who is charged with protecting and rehabilitating their damaged little selves.
Just the crime scene tape issue alone seemed really insensitive. I mean, these are children who have possibly been victims of/witnesses to a crime! Anyone who has helped a child through Post Traumatic Stress Disorder knows that this visual stimulus could really throw them.
C'mon folks!!
I'm thinking of writing a letter. I mean, it was a nice thought and I appreciate what they were attempting to do, it's just that a lot of the kids left really disappointed and I didn't really see any caseworkers there. I wonder if they know that it went down like that?
Do you think I should write an anonymous letter to a manager?