"Dear Lord," the preacher 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) 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...