Bad choice, wasp

I often talk to Noah about choices. This last weekend, after swimming, I was carrying Noah inside and a wasp was flying toward us at the door. I swatted him away, not wanting Noah to get stung by the wasp. I got stung instead. We came inside, and Noah looked at the wasp outside and said, "bad choice wasp!" I laughed soooooo hard! He DOES hear me!