Monday, February 28, 2011

Kids say the darnest things.....

What, you ask, is 'Butt dust'? Read on and you'll discover the joy in it!
These have to be original and genuine No adult is this creative!!

JACK (age 3) was watching his mom breast-feeding his new baby sister... After
a while he asked: 'Mom, why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold
milk?'

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his mom 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 mom explained it
was 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?'

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his mom 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?'

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?'


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?'

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?'


Kids say the darnest things.....

The Sermon I think this mom will never forget...

This particular Sunday sermon....'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, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'

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