While being put to bed by my wife, my daughter who was four at the time, began her regular nightly practice of asking theological questions. My son did this when he was that age, because he learned that it was a good way to milk extra minutes before having to go to sleep. Our daughter seemed to do this out of genuine interest, but given the depravity of man, who knows.
“Mom, why did Jesus die in Texas.”
“Baby, he didn’t die in Texas. Why would you think that?”