Want bees, bees

Caitlin came running up to me this morning telling me "want bees, bees." She then started trying to climb into her booster seat. I really did not have a clue what she was wanting.
I got her into the booster seat and started trying to figure it out. Luckily, it was the first thing I tried.
Caitlin and I made a quick trip to the store yesterday for a few things. I had to get baby wipes, so we stopped on the baby aisle. I parked her on the side by the food while I tried to figure out the cheapest brand/price/quantity of baby wipes. She kept grabbing a box of baby breakfast bars in a brand and flavor we hadn't bought before. She was determined that she wanted them and kept trying to open the box to eat them. So, of course, we bought them. I left the box on the table last night, so I asked her if that was what she wanted. It was! There is a bee on the box in a diaper! I never even noticed it!
So, apparently, berry flavor baby breakfast bars are "bees." I'll give her credit -- it is a lot shorter to say!