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  1. mother on the edge!!19 November 2011 at 07:52

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  2. Mum2BabyInsomniac19 November 2011 at 07:58

    'What do you think to my new purchase? I kept the receipt just incase....'

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  3. Musings from a mum19 November 2011 at 08:20

    "They were just giving them away, with a note saying 'allergic to water but feed regularly'"

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  4. mother on the edge!!19 November 2011 at 09:09

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  5. Bibsey Mama19 November 2011 at 09:59

    And here you see the absolute pinnacle of Swedish design: the boy

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  6. Paula Fazekas19 November 2011 at 10:09

    I told him if he carried on i'll be returnin him to where i brought him!

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  7. mother on the edge!!19 November 2011 at 10:54

    oops!

    AS his mother lowered him into the "high bag", he didn't have the heart to tell her he had said he wanted and "I-pad".................

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  8. fivegoblogging19 November 2011 at 10:59

    She was very glad she had kept the receipt!

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  9. Sarahmumof319 November 2011 at 11:06

    the red eyed monster I purchased suddenly came to life... I hope he has an off switch!

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  10. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron19 November 2011 at 11:14

    To safeguard Sally's reputation, her above remarks were not too hot to handle; they removed because they inadvertantly named the children.

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  11. Mammasaurus19 November 2011 at 11:15

    Heard of thinking outside the box? Well this is thinking inside the bag!

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  12. Jenny19 November 2011 at 11:32

    A boy in a bag - the perfect gift for Christmas

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  13. New Mum Online19 November 2011 at 12:04

    With these red eyes and this blue bag I can travel back in time.

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  14. Emily (@amummytoo)19 November 2011 at 12:37

    The robot clone he'd bought himself would come in handy when he didn't want to go to school. Only the eyes threatened to give him away.

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  15. Anonymous19 November 2011 at 14:40

    You can get anything on eBay these days

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  16. Rebecca English19 November 2011 at 17:29

    And look what came free with it!

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  17. SkatingAmsterdaMummy19 November 2011 at 23:57

    We've all heard of Cat in a Bag, but the new fan-dangled 2011 thing is, Boy in a Bag, you heard it here first, get your's quick before the 2012 rush...

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  18. A Little Light Work21 November 2011 at 07:57

    Thank God it wasn't BOGOF!

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  19. multiplemummy25 November 2011 at 21:16

    Mum's returning me...apparently I'm faulty!

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