They got home just in time for me to serve them a little bite of warmed up leftovers from the fridge for dinner, and as I was getting it all ready, Al went to powder his nose and Bean trotted circles around the kitchen island, waving her arms, saying, I wish you a Merry Christmas. A Lease Mobby Dot.
Perplexed, I finally interrupted her, "Wait, what are you saying?"
B: I'm saaaaaaaaaaaaying, I wish you a Merry Christmas. A LEASE MOBBY DOT!
Me: (Scritch scritch scritch.) A lease mobby dot?
B: A LEASE MOBBY DOT. Merry Christmas!
Me: Stares blankly. Wanders away mumbling "A lease mobby dot?" over and over again to self.
Al returns to the kitchen.
Me (to Al): A lease mobby dot?
Al (singing): Yeah. They're already playing Christmas music on the radio (eyeroll). FELIZ NAVIDAD, DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOOOOOOO...
B (singing and hopping): A lease mobby dot, Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Next day in the car.
B: Mama, why dat radio don't play de DOT song?
Me: The DOT song? (Thinks.) OH!, you mean "A Lease Mobby Dot?"
Me: Oh they'll play it. Many many times. Don't you worry. (Chuckles.) By January you will never want to hear that DOT song again, sweetie.
B: Well, I hope dey play it NOW. Cuz I like dat song.