The Cranberries’ Zombie has been stuck in my head ever since we heard someone sing it at a karaoke night a few weeks ago. I’ve been belting out the refrain (In your head, In your head, Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eh-eh) with annoying regularity ever since (and driving both M and myself a bit crazy in the process). So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when E1started singing it too, even though it’s probably not really appropriate for a three-year-old’s repertoire. I shouldn’t even been surprised when her little sister chimed in with her own mangled take on the word ‘zombie’ and then even got the ‘eh-eh’ down perfectly.
What really surprised me was the way E1 then adapted the song to suit nearly every situation in her day. It started when she was on the toilet: as I was adjusting her trousers, she suddenly opened her mouth and sang, “In your bu-um, In your bu-um, Poo-oo, Poo-oo, Poo-oo-oo!” I was in fits of laughter, and that did it for her — from that point on, every moment of her day was narrated through that one line..
Eating dinner: “In your bo-owl, In your bo-owl, Din-ner, Din-ner, Din-er-er-er!”
In the car: “In the ca-ar, In the ca-ar, E-en-gine! E-en-gine! E-en-gine-gin-gin!”
In the bath: “In your bo-dy, In your bo-dy, Mu-u-scles, a-and bones, a-and blood-ud-ud!”
Out with us at the weekend: “In the pu-ub, In the pu-ub, Pee-eo-ple! Pee-eo-ple! Pee-eo-ple-ul-ul!”
Picking her nose: “In my no-ose, In my no-ose, Bo-o-gies, Bo-o-gies, Bo-o-gies-gies-gies!”
Believe me, it goes on forever…