A little boy came downstairs crying late one night. ' What's wrong ?

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 do the 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 !
'