Gives a new meaning to photographic memory

Poor #1 is so afraid of insects, especially bees. There is a wasp nest outside our kitchen door and they are apparently a problem on the school playground. At times he is consumed by thoughts of bees and worries he will be stung. This morning driving to school he was talking again about bees. The rest of the conversation went something like this:

Me: Why don't you try to forget about bees for a while.
#1: Mom, I can't just forget. It's not like my brain is full of pictures and I can just throw out the pictures of what I want to forget.