Most packaging these days is designed to be easy to open once purchased. There are some exceptions, like every frickin' children's toy in existence. With the approach of Christmas, I'm already thinking that our family needs to stock up on new scissors, hedge clippers, pry bars, chain saws, and blowtorches, just so we can open the toys that Santa places under our tree.
It's truly exhausting. You and your child can see the toy. You can see all of the amazing and tiny pieces of the toy (especially if your child is over 3 and they supposedly will no longer ingest said toy pieces the minute they're placed in their hands). You just can't get to the toy. Nuh uh. No way. You're going to have to struggle and sweat and deal with the tugging on your sleeve, the pleading, the huge eyes welling with tears as your child waits longer for the new toy than they've ever had to wait for anything in their short life.
Everyone talks about happy memories of the season and the joy of Christmas Day. No one ever speaks of the horror. Oh, the horror.
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