On their way home from attending an Ash Wednesday service, little Johnny asked his mother, “Is it true, Mommy, that we are made of dust like the minister said tonight?””Yes, darling,” his mother answered.”And is it true that we go back to dust again when we die?””Yes, dear,” his mother replied.”Well, Mommy, when I said my prayers last night and looked under the bed, I saw someone who is either coming or going?”