Once upon a time, a woman decided to invite her lover to her home while her husband was at work. Little did she know that her 9-year-old son would come home unexpectedly.
As soon as he arrived, he stumbled upon the sight of his mother and the lover together. Curiosity got the better of him, so he hid in the bedroom closet to observe.
Meanwhile, the woman’s husband also returned home. Panicking, she quickly directed her lover to hide in the same closet, unaware that her son was already inside. It was dark in there, and the boy decided to strike up a conversation.
“Dark in here,” the boy murmured.
The man, caught off guard, replied, “Yes, it is.”
Feeling mischievous, the boy continued, “I have a baseball.”
Showing no interest, the man answered, “That’s nice.”
Attempting to seize an opportunity, the boy grinned and asked, “Want to buy it?”
Slightly amused, the man declined, saying, “No, thanks.”
Undeterred, the boy cleverly added, “My dad’s outside.”
Intrigued, the man queried, “Okay, how much?”
Without missing a beat, the boy declared, “$150.”
Impressed by the boy’s negotiation skills, the man agreed, stating, “Sold.”
Weeks passed, and the same scenario unfolded once again. The boy found himself in the closet with the lover, and he couldn’t resist his mischievous nature.
“Dark in here,” the boy whispered.
The man, recognizing the opportunity, replied, “Yes, it is.”
Knowing the routine, the boy slyly revealed, “I have a Wilson infielder’s glove.”
Remembering their previous transaction, the lover inquired, “How much?”
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, the boy exclaimed, “$350.”
Amused by the boldness, the lover chuckled and conceded, “Highway robbery. Sold.”
A few days later, the father approached his son, eager to play catch with him.
“Grab your gloves. Let’s go outside and have a game of catch,” the father suggested.
Regrettably, the boy replied, “I can’t. I sold my ball and my glove.”
Surprised, the father quizzed, “How much did you sell them for?”
The boy innocently admitted, “$500.”
Appalled by his son’s excessive pricing, the father scolded, “That’s terrible! Overcharging your friends like that… That’s way more than those two things cost.”
Determined to teach his son a lesson about greed, the father decided to take him to church to confess. Inside the confession booth, the boy sat in darkness and said, “Dark in here.”
Fed up with the boy’s antics, the priest exclaimed, “Don’t start that shit again. You’re in my closet now.”