The Wright (or wrong) Brothers

I have a twelve (almost thirteen is what she’d say) year old daughter. Her name is Devaney and she is an incredibly beautiful…I mean strikingly beautiful…super intelligent, witty (sometimes argumentative) DIVA. Her favorite things lately, and a phenomenon that began WAY back when I was in high school, are blond jokes. Well, I should say that hers are more like comments like – “She’s so blonde” or “That was such a blonde thing to do” and so on and so forth. Well Baby Girl, this one’s for you…

We were watching “Night At The Museum 2” yesterday. Don’t know if you’ve seen it but it contains all kinds of historical figures like Amelia Earhart, Teddy Roosevelt, Sacajawea, etc. During a scene involving aircraft, the camera panned across two guys in front of their flying invention (you know, those brothers who pioneered flight). My younger daughter (DeeDee) excitedly exclaimed “It’s the Wright Brothers!” She was very pleased with her display of such knowledge and just as I was acknowledging her smarts, my super smart diva daughter Devaney blurts out:

“What?! Those are the Wright Brothers?…I thought they were black?!

“Oh, wait…

that’s the Wayans Brothers.”