Building a shed for my bee crap and as a garden shed for all out tools, power and hand. Yesterday the step son and kids stopped by the help me with the steel roofing. (Very thankful. This old bull headed German can stand up walls alone and sheet the roof with brute force, but that steel was beyond me.) Youngest granddaughter on site was up on the roof chattering away. Saw a bee land, and went to smash it. I yelled "Don't." Then thinking as quick as this old man can, I followed with, "That is a honey bee, and her name is Lucy." She stopped, looked at me and asked, are all your bees named? How do you remember their names? I told her it was easy, she remembered all the cows names on her other Grandpa's farm. Her little brain started turning in over drive then. Later in the day I caught her telling the dog not to step on a bee that was on the deck. She informed the dog that the bee was Lucy. I bent down and looked at the bee and turned to my granddaughter and told her, "That isn't Lucy. That is Julie". She looked at me and said, "You really know all your bees." Made my day. (Didn't get the roof finished, had six pieces of bad steel - paint cracking and panel rusting already. Now to fight with the supplier. It never ends.)