[The Boy and I are walking home with two pizzas. The Boy is carrying them both. Halfway to our destination, he slides out the bottom box and puts it on top.]
Me: Hey, it's like bees! You did a bee thing!
Me: Bees hibernate in winter in a big clump, and every so often they'll switch it up so the outside bees get to be on the inside. They take turns keeping each other warm.
Me: ...Well, in the case of the pizzas, heat rises, right? So by bringing the bottom pizza to the top...
Boy: Ah, I understand.
Me: NO YOU DON'T. NOBODY CAN UNDERSTAND MY MIGHTY POWERS OF BEE LOGIC.
[Turns out The Boy had only shuffled the pizzas to keep his hands warm, which probably makes more sense.]