When my oldest daughter was only three years old, I was truly surprised how much she knew. It seemed she always had a better understanding of things that I would have imagined.
One day I decided to test her. I started asking her what I thought were some relatively simple questions, like: what is your mothers older sister's last name? As she answered correctly I gave her progressive harder questions until I thought they were getting pretty difficult, like: what is the name of the pet of my father's youngest child's, daughter?
To my astonishment she was very good at following the progression of people in my questions and continued to answer correctly. However, she tired of answering so many question and asked me if I would let her ask me a couple.
I said, "Oh, honey that wouldn't be any fun." When she asked why, I explain that it just would not be possible for her to ask me one that I did not know. But she persisted, so I just said "Okay, go ahead and try."
She thought about it for a minute, with her eyes wandering the room searching for a question and then it came to her. She look up at me and said, "Okay Dad, What is God's last name?"
