A visiting minister prayed during the offertory prayer.
"Dear Lord," he 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 for a
change) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill
little girl voice,
"Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"