Idea: The “Now” Music Box

My older sister had a music box. You know the ones. Top pops open, out pops a ballerina, out flows some tinkle-tinkle-pee song. Never understood, even when I was young, why anyone would want one. Seemed like a “girl” thing. Pink. Cute. Decoration. And completely useless. As unpolitically correct as that may come across, it