I found this to be adorable and I just had to share. I hope that you enjoy it. Kids are so cute!

What, you ask, is “Butt Dust?” Read on and you’ll discover the joy in a
child’s sincere originality. No adults in this!!

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister.
After a while, he asked: “Mom why have you got two? 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 must 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.”

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked, “How much do I cost?”

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

CLINTON (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, 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 I think 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, four-year-old-girl voice, “Mom, what
is butt dust?”