"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 silent,
awkward moment when he paused for a
breath,
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?"
Church was pretty much over at that point.