Don't call me Super Dave. |
The Evel Knievel / Barker tradition started long before the Nanner was a twinkle in her mama's eye. Back when mama was still Rabidoux. Call it an awesome costume that keeps on giving, or a father who has gotten too lazy and uncreative to come up with a new idea. Milking the old one for all it's worth and proudly wearing the dirt and beer stains because the super-glued layers won't stand up to the rinse cycle.
But the Nanner Knievel has breathed new life into daddy's old bag of tricks.
Drinking milk for strong bones. |
She was the star of Roscoe Village Halloween Fest, got way more attention than her father. Daddy Knievel got a few head nods, a beer, and a, "great costume man" from the 40 year olds. But it was mostly 4 year olds asking, "What are you supposed to be?"
Ask your mom you little punk.
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