a conversation with Olivia

It lasted for what seemed like forever.The phone rang, so I muted the song I was playing for her to answer it. She started whining:

O: bumcontrol!

me: what? what's bum control?

O: I said, bunnkinstrol.

me: (giving up on my phone conversation) Um, Olivia? I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're saying. Can you show me?

O (exasperated, louder): BUMCONTROL!

me: uh ...

O: bumcontrol?

me: does something hurt?

O: NO! i said, bunnkinstroll.

me: what is that? can you show me?

O: look at the computer and see.

me: Oh, it's on the computer? Is it a game?

O: Silly mommy! It's not a game!

me: a song?

O: yes! I SAID: bunnkinsroll.

me: bunkinsroll? a song? how does it go?

O: (hums an inaudible melody)

me: (finally figuring it out) Jenny Jenkins?

O: YES! bunnkinsroll jenny jenkins!

The song I had been playing before the phone rang was Jenny Jenkins by Lisa Loeb ... but I always change one of the lyrics to "roll, buddy bumkins roll" (we occasionally call Audrey buddy bumkins for some reason). She's always been so verbal and understandable that it was really puzzling and frustrating for us both for me to not know what she was talking about!