Boofuls sent me this earlier and it was a welcome relief after a hard morning’s photo editing.
Enjoy, I did.
What, you ask, is ‘Butt dust’?
JACK (age 3) was watching his Mum breast-feeding his new baby sister.
After a while he asked: ‘Mum 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 look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.’
STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mum 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 ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to
take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mum explained it as 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 were 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 Mum 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 it?’
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 Mum will never forget. ‘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, ‘Mum, what is butt dust?