A little boy came downstairs crying

A little boy came downstairs crying late one night.

“What’s wrong?” asked his mother.

“Do people really come from dust, like they said in church?” he sobbed.

“In a way they do,” said his mother.

“And when they die so they turn back to dust?”

“Yes, they do.”

The little boy began to cry again.

“Well, under my bed there’s someone either coming or going.”