Builders Apprentis

[Dareen]

A young family moved into a house next door to an empty plot. One day, a gang of building workers turned up to start building on the plot.

The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and started talking with the workers.



She hung around and eventually the builders, all with hearts of gold, more or less adopted the little girl as a sort of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had tea and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.


They even gave the child her very own hard hat and gloves, which thrilled her immensely.


At the end of the first week, the smiling builders presented her with a pay envelope - containing two pounds in 10p coins. The little girl took


her 'pay' home to her mother who suggested that they take the money to the bank the next day to open a savings account.



At the bank, the female cashier was tickled pink listening to the little girl telling her about her 'work' on the building site and the fact she had a 'pay packet'.


'You must have worked very hard to earn all this', said the cashier.



The little girl proudly replied, 'Yes, I worked every day with Steve and Wayne and Mike. We're building a big house.'



'My goodness gracious,' said the cashier, 'And will you be working on the house again next week?'


The child thought for a moment. Then she said seriously:

'I think so. Provided those wankers at Jewsons deliver the f***** bricks on time!!..

[A Duke]

Out of the mouths of babes come forth those words we should have been more careful about saying in the first place.
:oo:

[Redbog]

That one is as old as I am, but still a ripper!

Cheers, Harry

[cava]

The same/similar thing happened to me when I was 3 (and yes I remember it).

We lived a couple of doors down from a 'Rag and Boneman' business in Foster St Leichhardt Sydney, and I used to wander down there to see the horses and what the old men were doing. Typically, it was playing dominos and drinking tea etc.

Well one day, I asked Mum where the '#&&**()' hammer was. Naturally she was suitably impressed, and went straightaway down to tell them to mind their language when ever I was around.

By today's language, it was not bad, but back then it was offensive.

True story.

[Boringgeoff]

The farm I worked on just after I left school had a tractor that was very hard to start on a cold morning. Assisted by the family's 4 year old son we finally gave up in disgust and went up to the house to have a cup of tea. He marched into the kitchen and with hands on hips said to his mother "me and Geoff have just about had a gutsful of that b*&&#y tractor". I didn't win the employee of the month.

[A Duke]

Mother: "Don't say that."
Little darling: But Daddy said it."
Mother: "Daddy didn't say that, he said bucket."
:rolleyes: