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[4ced]

With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work, "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, son, 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 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 had said and was feeling guilty. Maybe 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 twenty dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son just said. "Daddy could you sell me one hour of your time?"

[4ced]

Little boy & icecream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied."

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. The moral of the story: don’t underestimate any one even if he was a little child..

[bu yoosef]

great story man i think i
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[Z28 Girl]

4ced induction u r so good boy this days :thinking:

YEAH i'm agree with u don’t underestimate any one even if he was a little child..

:up2:

[4ced]

ive always been a good boy and deep inside my heart im a tiny innocent child bs some people take everything i say for serious and turn me out to be a :devil: why why why... 5ala9 im not gonna joke around with anyone anymore everythin i say will be serious and i will NOT go off topic wala hathi kela 3alashan black z mayez3al adri narfazta wayd men gabel bs la black z 3azeez ou '3ali :iluvu: man dont worry i wont get on ur nerves anymore im an :angel: now :bigok:


yeah umm, so no off topic, how do u like the stories :blink:

[Z28 Girl]

:eyes: vary nice boy u can joke as u like but avoid make it over dear .. that what the guyz want ..

i think inside u there are a vary cute and kind heart ... :thanku:

so u r most welcome ... :pileon::welcome:

[4ced]

can we not go offtopic cuz black z beyakelni mara thanya? :lol: