When I was about seven, I lived opposite a pomegranate grove run by a group of nuns in a nearby convent in Cyprus. Wondering in there, temptation got the better of me. I saw the biggest pomegranate ever - it was literally the size of a grapefruit. Looking round to make sure nobody was about I reached up and picked it, only to have one of the nuns descend on me, wagging her finger furiously. This nun was making such a fuss, in the end the abbess came out to see what all the fuss was. Now I didn't speak a word of Greek, but I knew I was in hot water! I waited patiently until this nun had finished having her say, then with totally innocent brown eyes looked up at her, shook my head, and said: "Come." I then led them on a merry dance all the way round their grove, selected one particular tree, pointed to the ground, and said: "There." I then offerred it back to her. She burst out laughing, patting my head.
"No, no, no. You take, little boy. You take."
So off I skipped, leaving this other nun literally jumping up and down, screaming in rage that the Mother Superior should believe a seven year-old kid as opposed to her! It only went to show, if there was a God, He certainly had a sense of humour!