Miss Blue Eyes

Conversation from this morning:

Emmy points across the room at something on the floor and yells, "Bee!"

I look, don't see anything. Emmy continues pointing and jumps up and down. "Beee!"

Upon closer inspection, I discover that she is right - a teeny tiny ant is crawling across the floor in the other room.

I say, "Yep Emmy, you are right. There is a bee. You must have really good eyes."

"No mama, me have blue eyes."