Butt Dust

Came to me via email.....

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What, may you ask, is "Butt dust?" Read on as these marvelous
stories unfold of what children think about and you'll discover the
joy in it!

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby
sister. After awhile he asked: "Mom, Is one for hot and one for cold
milk?"

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny
replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie
said, "If you don't remember you look in the back of your
panties. Mine say five to six."

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night.
"I love you so much, that when you die I'm going to bury
you outside my bedroom window."

BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a pain killer.
She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her
frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and
she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the
little girl asked: "How does it know it's me?"

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups.
"Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth
cough."

D.I. (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: "How
much do I cost?"

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging
and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he
asked his dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"

ROSS (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom
asked what was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll
happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: "The
man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the
city, but his wife looked back and was turned to salt."
Concerned, little James asked: "What happened to the flea?"

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly,
rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked
at her for a while and then asked, "Why doesn't your skin fit
your face?"

The Sermon this Mom will never forget.... this particular Sunday sermon...

"Dear Lord," the minister 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!) leaned over to me and asked quite
audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"


Thank God for what you have. Trust God for what you need. And
remember to laugh DAILY! It's good for the soul!

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