He's One of the Seven Dwarfs

Utah Dad is sick with a cold and before heading to bed last night he took the prescribed dose of night time cold medicine to fight off the snuffly, sneezey, coughing headache. Here's the conversation that took place just a few minutes later.

Utah Dad: I am so tired. I don't think I'm going to be up for the drive tomorrow.
Me: What drive?
Utah Dad: Did I already pack the car?
Me: Where are we going?
Utah Dad: We should take one of the H--- girls with us to help babysit.
Me: Where are we going?
Utah Dad: To Nauvoo.
Me: Then you better go to bed.
Utah Dad: It's so weird that the Serena Sisters have moved into the ward.
Me: Who?
Utah Dad: I mean the Williams Sisters. Serena Williams is insisting that all the children take tennis lessons on Monday night.
Me: Go to sleep. (Laughing)
Utah Dad: I don't think I like the idea of posting all our data on the wall.
Me: What are you talking about?
Utah Dad: R-- and I were just talking about it earlier. They are going to post all of our data on the wall at church. I won't really care but I imagine the women won't want their measurements posted on the wall.
Me: (Laughing)
Utah Dad: Do you think we will have to stay out in the hall with the kids?
Me: Where?
Utah Dad: We've been invited to dine with a couple in London.
Me: We're going to London?
Utah Dad: We're in London. They expect children to be very well behaved. Do you think our kids will be good enough.
Me: Probably not.
Utah Dad: They're good kids. Most of the time. What is meaner the Pit Bull or the English Bull Dog? The Pit Bull, right? If someone was going to spend that much money on the English Bull Dog, they wouldn't want a mean dog. If I put my hand in the window, do you think it will bite me? (Jumps and then is suddenly fast asleep.)
Me: (Laughing so hard, I vow to write down the entire conversation as soon as I wake up in the morning.)