If we ever decided to commit crimes, we would get so busted. Because when you eat a lot of candy, as we do, you tend to leave bits of wrapper all over the place. It's inevitable.
For example, I just put on a pair of jeans and pulled a half-torn wrapper of some sour candy out of my pocket. I have no idea where the rest of it is, but I know where it would be, if we, say, robbed banks: at the effing crime scene.
The newspapers would have a field day: "Candyland Crooks Strike Again!" or something to that effect. The cops would stake out the Duane Reade candy aisle, and when we moseyed in for some Sour Patch Watermelons or some Rainbow Nerds, we would be nabbed..
Something for us to keep in mind, as we figure out how we want to spend the next 4-7 years.