Wife: Who’s doing the halftime show?
Me: Who’s doing the halftime show.
Wife: Right, who’s doing the halftime show?
Me: That’s what I said, Who’s doing the halftime show.
Wife: (Finally glances at TV and hears “Teenage Wasteland” playing.) OHhhh… (Makes a move to whack me.)
Me: (Wagging finger, then point to head) Concussion.
Wife: Yeah, not enough.
Maybe we should take it on the road…