There Are Bees Under My Bed

Last night at about two in the morning, Paizley came busting into our room claiming that there were bees under her bed.  I walked her back into her room and showed her that there were no bees anywhere near her bed.  It took her a couple of minutes, but I was able to convince her to get back into bed.  I went back to bed, and about ten minutes later, here she comes again insisting there are bees in her bed.  After about a half hour of this I was pretty much out of patience.  I woke Steven up and he took her back to bed.  He ended up laying on the floor with her for 10 minutes until she would actually get back in bed.  She is such a stubborn little menace!