A mother's true story.
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 four-year-old girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"



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He is old you know.