One time when I was a kid, I was at church around Christmas. My Sunday School teacher gave us a picture to color and a candy cane each. I was coloring with my right hand and eating with my left. At some point I forgot which hand was doing which task and bit down hard into the crayon. I remember that the color was Cinnamon and people teased me that it didn’t taste like cinnamon. No duh, it tasted like regret and the fingers of hundreds of children.