A visiting minister's prayer:
Dear Lord, "he 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 little girl (who had been 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.