The other day a friend of ours was asked by his daughter, age 6, if their family owned the house they were living in. "Well, yeah, sort of," our friend replied, thinking that was the end of that.
"Do we own it all the way down to the Earth's molten core?" she asked.
"Why do you ask, sweetie?" he said, taken aback.
"A lot of people don't have a place to live, do they?" she asked.
"No, honey, they don't."
"A lot of people don't have enough to eat, do they?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not. Does that make you sad?"
The girl nodded. "What's a human right?" she asked.
Our friend started to sweat. "Human rights?" he replied. "Well, umm, they're . . . "
His daughter came to his rescue and said: "A lot of people don't have what we have. I know that." She sat there and looked at him. He suddenly remembered something.