If Satan and Eve had had this much trouble in Eden, we’d still be living in Paradise
The Princess: Are you going to eat this apple?
Ar-Jew-Tino: What apple?
The Princess: This apple on the counter.
Ar-Jew-Tino: It’s not mine.
The Princess: But do you want it?
Ar-Jew-Tino: I didn’t get the apple.
The Princess: I know, but are you going to eat it?
Ar-Jew-Tino: When? Now?
The Princess: Are you EVER going to eat it?
Ar-Jew-Tino: Maybe, but I didn’t even know we had apples.
The Princess: So do you want it?
— at this point, she comes to the couch to show me the apple —
Ar-Jew-Tino: That’s definitely not my apple.
The Princess: I don’t care if it’s your apple, DO YOU WANT IT?
Ar-Jew-Tino: I don’t want it.
The Princess: I’m throwing it away, then.
Ar-Jew-Tino: Why would you throw away an apple? Someone might eat it.
The Princess: Are you going to eat it?
Ar-Jew-Tino: No, it’s not mine.
I find this whole “Men are from Neptune, Women are from Jupiter” argument pretty trite and oversimplified; sometimes, though, we might as well be from different planets.