The scene: Elena in the bathtub, washing her hair.
Elena: Momma, look at my hair (all slathered and slicked back with shampoo). Do I look like I’m about to sing in the "oprah?"
Me: The what??
Elena: The oprah (sounding fairly exasperated that I don’t know what this is).
Mike: You mean the opera?
Elena: (Big sigh) No, the oprah.
She must get so tired of having to explain the world to us.
