Garden oh Eden

Our home is much like the garden of Eden from the old testament. Take away the nudity and fig leaves and we have a paradise here... Well, add the nudity back in because with two little boys there is plenty of that going around.
This week, possibly to our demise, the fall of man has commenced. River, obviously tempted by the talking snake we keep inside our house, climbed onto the kitchen counter and ate the fruit of the tree of good evil.
We feared the worst! Curses upon our household for sure! But nothing happened. No lightning or thunder. No animals eating each other. Not even any shame of nakedness! (they're little boys, they aren't ashamed of anything!).
Then we realized, it was just a tomatoe, that River thought was an apple. And as far as I know, even modern science can't figure out if the tomatoe is a fruit or veggie! (another argument for another day). So we wee saved by the skin of our teeth again here in the Jenkins adventure, and River learned the differences between a tomatoe and an apple!