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.
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
Daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make
an hour?" the boy insisted.
father, finally giving up, replied, "Twenty dollars
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!"
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.
trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's
room. "Are you asleep, son?" asked the
Daddy ... why?" replied the boy, partially
the money you asked for earlier," the father said.
Daddy!" rejoiced the son. He put his hand
under his pillow and removed some money. "Now
I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!"
the boy said.
father was gazing at his son, confused at what his son
had just said.
could you sell me one hour of your time?"
Author Unknown ~