I can’t unwrap a candy cane without breaking them.
Who cares, right? Tastes the same.
Not to kids, it doesn’t. It tastes like minty disappointment. There’s no greater ruiner than she who was entrusted with a new candy cane and broke it, and no one more insulted than he whose brother managed to get an intact one.
Gingerly peeling the plastic off a candy cane while your 3-year-old breathes down your neck feels much like those people in the movies with the wire cutters attempting to diffuse a bomb.
And if you fail, the results are also comparable.