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Aaaawww, kids, eh? You have to love ’em

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?