ââ¬Â¦this particular Sunday sermonââ¬Â¦.ââ¬â¢Dear Lord,ââ¬â¢ the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. ââ¬ËWithout you, we are but dustââ¬Â¦Ã¢â¬â¢
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, ââ¬ËMom, what is butt dust?ââ¬â¢
Wellââ¬Â¦. Here it is
I didnââ¬â¢t know it existed either.
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, ââ¬ËMom, what is butt dust?ââ¬â¢
Wellââ¬Â¦. Here it is

I didnââ¬â¢t know it existed either.
