Last night, I was playing Mariah Carey’s greatest hits very loudly in the front room. When I put on her music, I pretend to be a backup singer and sing at the top of my lungs, trying to overpower her. The kid comes in and says,
I’m going to buy you your own karaoke machine.
I blithely informed him that I do not need a karaoke machine. Then he says,
What about your own record label?
I guess he thinks he’s Tony Mattola or something. Because kids frequently buy their own record labels and give them out as gifts.