My Daughter's Question
A visiting minister waxed eloquent during the offertory.
"Dear Lord", he began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "Without you we are but dust. "
He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter (who was listening for a change) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice,
"Daddy, what is butt dust?"
