Dark in here, isn’t it?
A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.
Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them, and hides in the bedroom closet.
Then the woman’s husband also comes home, too.
In a bit of a frenzied hurry, she puts her lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is in there already.
The little boy says, “Dark in here.”
The man says, “Yes, it is.”
Boy, “I have a football.”
Man, “That’s nice.”
Boy, “Want to buy it?”
Man, “No, thanks.”
Boy, “My dad is outside.”
Man, “OK, how much?”
Boy, “$250.”
A few weeks later, it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together.
Boy, “Dark in here.”
Man, “Yes, it is.”
Boy, “I have football helmet.”
The lover, remembering the last time, asks the boy:
“How much?”
Boy: “$750.”
Man, “Sold.”
A few days later, the boy’s father says to the boy, “Grab your helmet and football, let’s go outside and have a game.”
The boy says, “I can’t, I sold my ball and helmet.”
The father says, “What?! How much did you sell those for?”
Boy, “$1,000.”
The father says, “That’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That is far more than those two things cost. That’s greedy. That’s a sin. I’m going to take you right over to the church and make you confess.”
They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and closes the door.
The boy says, “Dark in here.”
The priest says, “Don’t start that crap again. You’re in my closet now.”
