Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk…

My kids watch the Marx Brothers, Tom & Jerry, and Top Chef with equal enthusiasm.  In their world, Groucho Marx and Gail Simmons are interchangeable in stature and relevance, causing me to wonder at what age their sense of historical context will kick in.  Case in point:

Today I voted against this guy:

I don’t know anything about the guy, other than that I find his brother, the mayor of Pittsburgh, to be boob-ish.

Zach:  Did you vote for Curly?
Me:  No.
Asia:  (Whispering with a serious look on her face)  But Dad, I thought you liked that show.
Me:  I do.
Asia:  Then why didn’t you vote for Curly?
Me:  The mayor’s brother isn’t the real Curly.
Asia:  So he’s not a Stooge?
Me:  Well…no.