Forbidden Fruit

Today the kids were very excited to see that the neighbors behind us had ripe apples on their apple tree.  They excitedly asked me to lift them up so that they could pick an apple.

I explained to them that we couldn't just "take" the apples; rather, we would wait until the lady that lives behind us offers them to us, like she does every year.

Confused, Kara turned to me with a puzzled look on her face and said, "Then how come daddy just reaches over there and picks the pears whenever he wants?"

Sometimes, instead of answering a question, I just walk away.