John was tasked with taking the Christmas decorations up to the attic for another year’s storage. During one trek up the stairs, heavily laden with boxes, he slipped and luckily only fell about two steps before landing square on his behind.
His wife heard the noise and yelled, “What was that thump?”
“I just fell down the stairs,” he explained.
She rushed into the room, “Anything broken?!”
“No, no, I’m fine.”
There was just a slight pause before his loving wife said, “No, I meant my decorations? Are any of them broken?”