Baziza the Butterfly

Lucy and I went to Brookside Gardens yesterday.  It was a relatively pleasant afternoon and Lucy loves to go in and out of the "teeny little house" they have in the children's garden there. 

So we are walking through the garden and Lucy comes across a little teething toy shaped like a butterfly.  She was very excited.  I said "Someone lost a toy."  She said "He is SAD."  I said, "Maybe.  We should leave here in case they come back for it."  Lucy apparently ignored me and picked it up and put it in her pocket, because 10 minutes later and about 200 yards from where we found it, there was the butterfly toy still in her hand. 

You can see there Baziza in her hand.

Okay, whatever.

In the car on the way home, she starts saying the same word over and over.  It sounds like "baziza".  I don't know if she was trying to repeat something I had mentioned earlier (a flower name?) or what.  So I asked her what she was saying.  "BAZIZA!  Butterfly is named BAZIZA!" 

Huh.  Where'd she come up with THAT one?

Then she goes on.  I will attempt a verbatim recreation of our conversation.

Lucy: Butterfly is name Baziza. 
Me:  Baziza?
Lucy: Yeah.  Someone is sad.
Me: Who is sad?
Lucy: Carlos!
Me: Um...who's Carlos?
Lucy: The boy and BAZIZA!
Me: The boy?
Lucy: Someone is sad he lost a toy Baziza butterfly.  Name is CARLOS.
Me:  The boy who lost the toy is named Carlos?
Lucy: Yeah.
Me: ...
Lucy: He sad.  Make him feel better.  (loud kissing noise from the back seat).  There ya go, Baziza. There ya go.  Feel better.  Awww. (little pat pat pat sounds from the back seat.  Apparently she is hugging the butterfly).

I have no idea where any of that came from.