[Calling me at the office]

Daughter: Hello.

The Connie: Sammy! Sammy!! Dude!!!

Daughter: Hello mother.

The Connie: Hooligan got pet by a Mormon today!

Daughter: What? Did you say a Mormon?

The Connie: Yes, like Romney.  They are not so bad you know.

Daughter: How did you know they were Mormons?

The Connie: Well it’s obvious dude! They were dressed neat, and had a white shirt and black tie.

Daughter: So you don’t actually know if they were Mormon.

The Connie: No I do. I asked them. I said, “Are you a Mormon?” And they said yes and I let them pet Hooligan.