The Playground is Full of Maple Syrup-A Story that Must Be Told....

I've been pretty sick all weekend and into the week with a bad cold.  I got home from work and let the kids hit the backyard and went about eating my soup.  Trevor comes running into the house.  "Bee!  Bee!"  He shouts.  There's a carpenter bee eating the playground!  Daddy to the rescue....meanwhile Trevor proceeds to explain to me why the bees are eating the playground....
Trevor as he walks around in constant circles with his hands on his hips: Bees love the playground because its made out of maple syrup wood. 
My response: maple syrup wood?  What are you talking about?
Trevor: maple wood.  The playground is out of maple wood.  It has maple syrup.
My response: No the playground is made out of some other wood....
Trevor: NO.  There is maple syrup on it.
A warning bell goes off in my head at this moment....my response: Trevor, what maple syrup?  There is no maple syrup. There's just wood.
Trevor: YES.  There is.  I eat it all the time.  Its delicious.
Now I'm screaming: DO NOT EAT ANYTHING OUTSIDE.  THERE IS NO MAPLE SYRUP.  DO. NOT. EAT. ANYTHING. OUTSIDE.  YOU HAVE TO ASK MOMMY AND DADDY.  NO NUTS.  NO BERRIES.  NO STICKS.  NO SYRUP.  SHOW ME THE SYRUP!
Trevor: You don't have to yell.  Its delicious.  There isn't any.  I ate it.
Me: SHOW MOMMY
Trevor: OK OK OK and takes me outside and points to the playground.
Me: DO NOT EAT IT.  THERE IS NO SYRUP.
Trevor: YES THERE IS.
Me: The dog goes to the bathroom out here.
Trevor: not on the top of the playground
Me: raccoons and possums go on the top.
Trevor:  Well....someone should have said that before.
The boy ain't right folks - I simply say the boy ain't right.