"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 you asked
for earlier, " the father said.
"Thanks,
Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing
another ten dollar bill.
"Now
I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was
gazing by at his son, confused at what his son had just said.
"Daddy, could you sell me
one hour of your time?"
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Hey,
Daddy-- Let's stop this silly talk about "quality time."
Shut this electronic
box off, and go play with your kid.
Go on, you computer potato-- get out
of here... NOW!
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Do I hear a Mommy crying?
Daddy fits this too well, right?
How about leaving this page up so Daddy can read it when he comes home? Leave
a plate of cookies beside the computer too.
And, leave a note telling him you meant
it in love.
