"Dear Lord," the preacher began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."

He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little girl (who was listening carefully) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"

OOOOORAHHHH Good One!! From The Mouths Of Babes!!!

Reminds me Of The Story About The Preacher Who Claimed That God Would Talk To Him. About That Time a "Good Ol Boy" Ripped Off a Really Noisy Fart!! Brought The House Down With Giggles!!