Yesterday I met a friend of my school years at a restaurant. I finished the meeting at work, sat down with me, talked for a few hours. A busy story:
Three years ago we moved to a new apartment. Money was in general, the wife only gave birth to the second, with hard work, mortgage - you understand, not to fat. The eldest son, a 10-year-old obaltus, loves to play compass and does not like to read. Therefore, the constant desire to buy the unit is stronger. Because of the lack of funds, all the houses have to be cut to the root. As it was a bad mood - the contract broke, and the son began to noot again. I tell him:
No money, not at all. If you find money, I will buy a notebook.
Where will I find them?
How do I know? Look and you will find. Or make money.
How is?
You don’t read books, you don’t know. So it is all written.
Well Dad!
Dad is busy, the conversation is over.
(The apartment was bought with some furniture and some books also remained, our ones we also added)
The next day I see the son riding in books, reading headlines, looking through.
Maybe I’ll like it, I think I’ll start reading at least.
I sit in the kitchen and suddenly I hear the cry:
Dad, Dad, I found the money!
I jump, I see a happy son with a book on nuclear physics (!) Two banknotes of 500 euros.
Where did I find?
In the book!
In this one?
and yes!
There is no pause.
Why did you study nuclear physics?
You said, look in the books, I was looking.

The laptop was eventually purchased. The book is from the previous owners of the apartment.