One day, on a busy day of ministerial visits, I was meeting a group of young people. As I turned up I could see the teachers and the parents had put a lot of work into organising the event. As I stepped from the car they said to me how excited the kids were that I was there. I thought, "Yeah, they'd be excited at Richie McCaw. They might be excited at a famous singer. I'm not sure they're that excited that a Minister is visiting, but we'll do it, you know." So inside I speak for a bit and I take questions. I see an adult nudge a young person, and this kid kind of reluctantly stands up and he then asks me the question that every politician should dread: "Minister, can I ask you anything?" So I glue a smile on my face and I nod and say yes, and he stands there and he sort of shuffles his feet and he looks at me and he goes, "What did Jesus do as a teenager?" I'm in my head going, crikey, he was a carpenter, he went walkabout for a while, was in a manger—you know. And then it dawned on me—wrong minister!