During my junior high and high school years, my mother was a theater professor. Every spring, the department did a Shakespearean comedy. One year, it was Mom's turn for the spring Shakespeare, and during the planning meeting someone suggested that the play that year be The Taming of the Shrew.

"Great!" said Mom. "I've been wanting to do Shrew for a while. The thing is, I'm going to do it as an absolutely straight-on look at domestic violence."

*crickets*

"So!" said the department chair. "Two Gents? Or Comedy of Errors?"

They decided on Errors and Mom managed to include not only her standard rubber chicken (which appeared in every, single, last play she did — sometimes it was hidden inside a pot with a lid on top, but it was there) but also a Nerf football.

Because Mom was awesome that way.