A conversation with my elderly parents over the weekend.
Me: "What did you do Saturday night?"
Dad: "We went to a concert, and heard a fat lady doing oreos."
Me: "You did what?"
Dad: "You know, we went to the opera, and the fat lady sang lots of oreos."
Me: (clearly not understanding) "What does that mean?"
Dad: "Opera, oreos. You know, oreos."
Mom: "And it was fantastic!"
Me: "Ooohhhhh, you mean arias."