Camden was standing in front of the full length mirror rubbing his eye when the following conversation occurred...
Camden: My eye itches
Mommy: It itches?
Camden: Yea, maybe it's eyebee
Mommy: What's eyebee?
Camden: It's a tree and it's covered in bees and if you touch it and then touch your eye you get eyebee and your eyes itch.
Mommy: (understanding slowly registering)...like poison eyebee?
Camden: Yea, poison eyebee!