Please pass the bee barf

Tonight we had random dinner because Jon was at school, and I would rather do something other than actually make dinner. I was spreading some honey on my buttered bread, and Oliver said, "Mom, what is honey made out of." I enjoyed, immensely enjoyed explaining to him that honey is bee puke that somebody puts in a jar. I kept remarking how delicious the throw-up was while I ate the bread. I'm not sure that Oliver will ever again eat honey. He was thoroughly grossed out. :-)