“Radio jingles are magic,” says my daddy. “They can also be a noisy (Ed: annoying) and ears eating taters (Ed: irritating), too,” he says.
Every morning he drives me to school. Daddies are cool. They do that sort of thing.
And when we are not talking about princesses or princesses or princesses (is there anything else to talk about?) he can hear me singing - 96.5 KOIT.
It’s a radio station. And we get Gary’s tees (Ed: guaranteed) 60-minute come art alls (Ed: commercial) music that usually lasts from our house to the school.
Daddy says he timed them once and they play music for about 40 minutes, sing the 96.5 KOIT jingle for 5 minutes and make promises they don’t keep for another 15 minutes.
And, by the way, how do we collect if they don’t keep their Gary Tees? I don’t know about those things.
I do know that I like to sing along with my daddy. And we have our favorites. Their our song.
Seriously, what could make a little girl happier than to have a song in heart and share it with her daddy?
And and and … to hear her daddy sing and tell her how much he loves her?
I am just 4-years old, 4 years and 3 days old, so I don’t have lots of memories. But of the memories I do have, singing and listening to the KOIT songs on my way to school with my daddy every morning is one of the favorites. And that is NOT magic.