“Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work.
Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, Sonny, not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired."
"But Daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make an hour," the boy insisted.
The father, finally giving up, replied: "Thirty dollars an hour."
"Daddy, may I borrow ten dollars please?", the boy asked.
The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. And do not bother me anymore!”
After an hour or so, after the man had calmed down, he started thinking that he may have been a little hard on his son and started feeling guilty. Maybe there was something his son really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's room. "Are you asleep, son?" asked the father.
"No, Daddy. Why?" replied the boy, partially asleep.
"Here's the money asked for earlier, " the father said.
The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you, Daddy." He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.
"Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have twenty dollars now. Can I buy an hour of your time?"
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