"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: "Twenty dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy. Could you loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked.
Showing his restlessness and positively disturbed, the father
yelled: "So that was the reason you asked how much I earn,
right? Go to sleep and don't bother me anymore!"
It was already dark, and the father was meditating on what he
said and was feeling guilty. Maybe he thought, his son wanted
to buy something. 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.
"Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under
his pillow and removing some money.
"Now I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said to
his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son
had just said.
"Daddy, could you sell me one hour of your time?"