"Dear Lord, the pastor 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 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...