(While preparing some toast for Papa, who was in bed with a fever.)
Lucy: Zoe, do you want to know what made Papa sick?
Zoe: You KNOW?
Lucy: Yep. Papa got sick because Adam and Eve ate the bad apple.
Lucy: Yes. That’s why EVERYONE gets sick. Nobody got sick before that. It’s all their fault.
Zoe: Wow. Lucy, you know EVERYTHING.
Of course, the three-year-old version we heard the next day may have been even better:
(During a phone conversation with Grandpa--I could only hear one side, of course.)
Zoe: Yep. Papa is sick. Wanna know WHY he is sick? Because Addle and, um ...Mabel and ...Um, Mama, what was their names? Oh, right. Adam and Eve ate an apple. And it was POISONED. They was super-duper-alley-ooper hungry and that’s why they ate the apple even though it was POISONED. And it made Papa sick. Lucy told me this because she is SO SMART.
I could refer you to any number of theologians for a more accurate description of the concept of original sin, but at the moment I am too busy cradling a box of tissues to my chest and moaning, “Why, oh, why, Adam and Eve, did you have to go eat the darn poisoned apple? This is ALL YOUR FAULT!”