I don't actually remember what she was talking about, but I know for a fact it was nothing that could have possibly reminded him of the story he told.
Dad: So I was driving one of the old Oliver tractors back to the farm last week and a bee flew right against my teeth and the impact killed it. A bee! Right into my teeth! It died! Can you believe it?
We all stared at each other in silence for about 30 seconds.
Me: Dad, you just interrupted Nessa to tell a story about killing a bee with your teeth.
Dad: Oh, sorry. I just thought about it.
Ness: I don't get it. Your teeth were exposed while you were driving a tractor down the road?
Exposing all her teeth into a freakishly giant smile she added, "Who drives like that?"
My dad started smiling thinking about it and he goes, "You know, out there with nature. It's nice."
I don't want to know how my father's mind works, but I've really learned to appreciate it.