Bees in my throat

This is the (strange) conversation D & I had on the way home from church today:

"D, why are you hitting youreslf on your head?"

"Umm, dere's bees." (bang, bang, bang)

"Bees?"

"Dere's bees in my droat." (bang, bang, bang, "Ow!")

"There's bees in your throat? Ok, but why are you hitting your head?"

"Dere's bees in my throat. I get dem out! Oh! Dere dey go!"