We were almost home, and Sahara noticed a hitch-hiker beside the road - "That man wants a ride, mom." I said, "Yes, but I am not picking him up." She wanted to know why not. I told her, "Because, babe. I don't know if he's a good man or a bad man." She was quiet for a minute, then said, "All mans are good, mom. You should give him a ride!" I asked her how she knew that all "mans" are good, and explained that some just aren't. She thought some more, then said, "Well, if the man is carrying a bunch of gadgets, then you probably shouldn't give him a ride. He might be a bad man, and he might have a gun."