Kids can misunderstand adult conversations in a way that causes a good laugh.
I was riding down the highway with Laura, Eric, Olivia, and my great nephew Jake. I told Eric, "We are on Indian land. Make sure you follow the posted fifty mile per hour speed limit because they'll pull you over and ticket you,"
My ten year old nephew, Jake, inquires, "Who is it that tickles you?"
I'd rather be tickled than ticketed, but I don't think the Tribal Police are really into that sort of thing.