The Father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The Father sat down and started to get madder about his little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After an hour, he calmed down and started to think he might have been a little too hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $9. And, he didn’t ask for money often.
The Father went to his son’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” he asked.
“No, Daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been thinking. Maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the Father. “It’s been a long day, and I took my aggravations out on you. Here’s the $9 you asked for.”
The little boy sat up straight, beaming. “Oh, thank you Daddy!” he said. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled bills. He counted the money; then looked up at his Father.
“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the Father asked.
“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”