Dust To Dust

One day after the service a little boy approached the parish priest with a question:

Little Boy: “Father I heard you once say that we all came from dust”

Parish priest, “That's right I did say that”.

Little boy: “And Father I heard you say that when we die we go back to dust.”

Parish Priest: “That's right I did say that, I am glad you were listening so very well”.

Little Boy: “Well Father I think you should come to my place and look under my bed because someone is either coming or going!”