Monday, February 18, 2008

My one year old is not only psychic and precocious, she's a little creepy

When we drive up to my in-laws house for Sunday dinner every week, we pass a graveyard. Yesterday as we were driving by, we realized something: Every single time we pass the graveyard, Lily starts to sing (unprompted), "Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes."

6 comments:

Barb said...

That IS creepy! She's done that with me, too!

Kimberly said...

Freak. E!

[kɹeɪ̯g̊] said...

Creepily awesome.

To what tune?

k said...

The tune is her own variation on "Ring around the Rosies." She just sings ashes, ashes over and over again.

Ah. The joys of raising a goth one year old.

[kɹeɪ̯g̊] said...

That's what I was wondering. Growing up (in Canada) I never sang it with the "ashes, ashes" verse.

Rather it is:

Ring around the rosey,
A pocket full of posies.
Hush-a, hush-a.
We all fall down.

I never realised that there was such variation in the verses. Check out the wikipedia entry on it. Its pretty interesting.

k said...

That was a great article! Thanks!