It's sad when a middle-aged man drags his kids into his pathetic and embarrassing pursuit of being a jive DJ compelled to talk up every song. He even plops a kid into the promotional ads he creates for himself. (Are we sure he's not paying the station to be on the air, rather than the other way around? I'm serious.)
It's like me taking my kid along as I pursue my dream job of being an ice delivery man.
Stay cool, Robbay!