Several Thanksgivings ago, someone took some blackmail-worthy photos of me. I was
be-bopping around her living room with her youngest daughter singing karaoke as boldly as if I was alone with my hairbrush. Such good times!
My niece and soon-to-be nephew would have a riot singing karaoke, not to mention the hours of side-splitting laughter it would afford their parents. I think I’ll look into the best karaoke machine for kids.
