The 5 Year Old Construction Worker.
24 February 2010
30 Comments
The following story is a heart warming story about a little girl and a construction crew.  Stories like this remind you of the goodness in people, gives you hope for the human race.
A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant lot. One day a construction crew turned up to start building a home on the empty lot.
The young family had a 5 year old little girl, who of course took an interest in what was going on next door.  She began hanging around the construction site. The crew came to adopt her as sort-of a construction site mascot. They even would give her odd jobs to make her really feel part of the crew. At the end of her first week, the foreman called her into his office and presented her with a five dollar bill.  He thanked her for all of her hard work and sent her on her way.
So excited the little girl ran home to show her proud mom.  Her mom mentioned that she might start a savings account down at the local bank.  Next thing you know they are at the bank and the little girl told the entire story to the nice young lady behind the counter.
Amazed, the bank lady replied, “My goodness! Will you be working on building the house again this week too?”
Guess who WON’T be working at the construction site again…
At first i was like
But then i LOL’d
XD
don’t mind me, just stumbling thru!
Lol, stumble is just so full of awesomeness like this one.
OMG LOL! im a rather large fan of STUMBLE myself! good stumblin yall!
Stumble and this babble FTW!!
Was not expecting that !
stumbeled in LOLED and stumbeled out
stumble.
omg.. I almost pee’d.
stumbled in and stumbling out!
LOL
Stumbled on to this.
Till next time!
thats funny. i bet she had fun with soap that day.
@lulu…I was thinking the same thing. LOL.
I have a similar story:
When I was about 4, my mom and dad rounded my sister and I up for a family game of loteria (a mexican version of Bingo!) At one point, I lost by one mere card and I exclaimed that I would have won had it not been for the “pinche pescadito” which essentially means “fucking little fish.”
Yeah, my mom did not approve.
Just remember that kids are like sponges, they take in both the good and the bad.
stumbling in read it rofled and stumbled out but its so true my dad is in construction
Stumblin’!
hahaha that’s awesome.
Stumble
Then the mother said “I will not have you talking like that, go outside and get me a switch”. the little girl replied …”What do I look like, a damn Electrician?”
wonder where she got that kind of mouth
OMG! I LOL’ED SO HARD!
I understand from both ends; was a constructi9on worker; now work at a plywood mill and have 3 young daughters who say just what comes to their minds
LOL!!! Stumbled as well.
I’ve heard about the guy who didn’t drink or smoke and then remembered him saying: I forgot my @#$!?<} cigarettes at the #^%&*$#% bar…but this one is way beyond that!!
Oh dear god, it’s a stumble conspiracy!!!
LOLWTFBBQ
Stumbled from Miami, Florida
Stumble! lol@this joke
i stumbled
As I first started reading this, it brought a tear to my eye. But then I got to the end, and almost fell off my chair laughing! Good one!
TRUE STORY
In 1984, my wife was pregnant with our second child. Badly missing her parents, we decided to take a trip from Alberta to Manitoba, to visit with them at Christmas. So across 1400km (almost 1000 miles) of frozen prairie we go – a concerned dad, a *Very* pregnant mom (the baby was born in mid-January, 1985), and a, well, let’s call her a “precocious” almost-three-year-old. All along the route east, the carburetor of our car kept freezing up. It got to be a pretty regular occurrence – every 100km or so, pull over to the side, pop the hood, remove the air cleaner, chip out the ice with a screwdriver, a quick rinse with methyl hydrate to dissolve any remaining ice, rebuilt, and on our way. Repeat every hour or so. Anyways, nice visit w. the in-laws, then turn for home, and aim to see my parents in Alberta for New Years. Route west = same story – pull over, remove air cleaner, chisel out ice, etc. etc. etc. Repeat every hour, ad nauseum, for 1400km. At last. Into mom & dad’s place. They’re all excited to see us (it’s been many months), and various neighbors and relatives are crammed into the living room (I should mention here that my folks, and many of the relatives are rather religious) We troop into the house, and mom asks “So, how was the trip?”. My little darling daughter answered “Oh, it was OK, Grandma, except for the f**king carburetor!” The silence was deafening. (I swear, I only muttered those words once. Well, maybe twice. But no more than that!) Honestly, you spend years trying to teach them “please” and “thank you”, but you say s**t ONCE….
Stumbled… lol I would not let my girl go back… but funny
stumbled! love it! =D
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