Sheila and I seem to have an unusually high percentage of "the-world-is-my-stage, love-to-entertain and perform-in public" grandchildren numbered among our progeny. I have no idea why that is, but when Grammy gave them a Star*Party Microphone for Christmas, they all starting singing... and they haven't stopped.
By the way, you've never heard the soaring crescendo of Frozen properly performed until you've heard my granddaughters sing it.
Amos 5:23 - When was the last time you sang to me?
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