“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. Giving his boy a glaring look, the father said, “Look, Son, 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 gave up and replied, “Ten dollars an hour.”
“Okay Daddy. Could you loan me five dollars?” the boy asked. 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!”
The father started 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 you 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 ten dollars! Daddy, could you sell me one hour of your time?”
—via The Bridgeport- Proclaimer