If you have reached a Certain Age, you probably remember your crummy little box of eight Crayola crayons, and you took pain to point out to the parental units that a box of sixty-four could be had, with an actual sharpener built into the box. Truly, you knew, this was the Cadillac of crayons.
And so it remained, until such time as it didn’t:
So much for the box of 64. This humongous container is bound to meet every conceivable crayon need and satisfy any possible combination of kids.
Until they see this:
Perhaps you shouldn’t let them see that.