From Halle's lips this afternoon as she's sitting at the kitchen counter:
H: "Mom, what language do they speak in Maine?"
M: "English, honey. All the states in the United States speak English." (Or they should, although I wasn't about to get into what I feel should finally and irreversibly be placed as our official language with her at this moment.)
H: "Maine is in America? Hmmm...I always thought it was in China!"
M: "Nope. It's one of the 50 states. It's on the other side of the country, near the ocean."
H: "There's lots of Maines, aren't there, Mom?"
M: "There's only one that I know of. What do you mean?"
H: "You know, like Main Entrance, and all that kind of stuff."
Yep. Maine is in China and it is the same thing as a Main Entrance. Way to absorb your education, sweetie!