More Kids Stuff.

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."

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?"

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 must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to
six."

BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache 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?"

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that was 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 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?"

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 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?"