Flying with the wife.
Me: Skyhawk ##1, four miles south of the field, entering left downwind runway 22.
Other Pilot: N##2 crossing mid-field. I dont see you, do you have your lights on?
ME: We are all lit.
Wife: (over the intercom) That didn't sound right.
Me: Just to clarify, the plane is lit, not the pilot.
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