"But, Daddy, just tell me please!  How much do you make an hour?" the boy insisted.  The father, finally giving up, replied:  "Twenty dollars an 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 any more!"

        It was already dark and the father was thinking about what the boy had said and was feeling guilty.  Maybe,  he thought,  his son really needed something.  Finally,  trying to ease his mind,  the father went to his son's room.

        "Are you asleep?"  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 twenty dollars!"  the boy said to his father,  who was gazing at his son,  confused at what his son had just said.

        Then the little angel said,  "Here's my $20.00.   Daddy,  could you please sell me one hour of your time?"