Crap the Kid Says #6

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.

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