A mother and her young daughter were sitting in church.

A mother and her young daughter were sitting in church.

"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 the little girl -- who had been listening very carefully -- leaned over to her mother and asked quite loudly in her little girl voice, "Mommy, what is butt dust?"