Boy: “is it true that we are made of dust”?
Mummy: “yes, quite true, dear.”
Boy: “is it true that when we die we go back as dust?”
Mummy “yes, dear.”
Boy: “well, I looked under the bed just now and there is someone either coming up or going.”
Boy: “is it true that we are made of dust”?
Mummy: “yes, quite true, dear.”
Boy: “is it true that when we die we go back as dust?”
Mummy “yes, dear.”
Boy: “well, I looked under the bed just now and there is someone either coming up or going.”