Karaoke

Let history record that it was Mandy’s idea to buy a karaoke machine and my sole part in the endeavour was to ensure that the item was of sufficient quality to stand as a suitable gift on the anniversary of the young one’s birth. 

Because although Ellen is small, albeit tall for her years, she does like to stretch the sinew holding her ribs in place and eject air with great force up her oesophagus and through the larynx, rattling the epiglottis with sufficient force to create a mighty sonorous bellow that lets the neighbourhood know that while she is bulletproof, with nothing to lose and while you could, in theory at least, fire away. And while you could, metaphorically speaking, shoot her down, she wouldn't fall, because she is titanium. Ti- ta- ni- um.

I'm quite taken with the karaoke machine myself.