Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. The more comments I get, the nicer I am to my children, so please humour me or else I won't dig him out!


Comments

  1. 76 sunflowers28 January 2012 at 07:50

    Someone made their sand sculpture for the competition a little bit too realistic.

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  2. Stressy Mummy28 January 2012 at 08:07

    Right that's it we're off!

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  3. Rebecca English28 January 2012 at 08:10

    Now quick, let's eat all the ice cream before he can get up.

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  4. fivegoblogging28 January 2012 at 08:31

    Digging for treasure went to a whole new level!

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  5. Unknown28 January 2012 at 08:33

    And...the only thing left was his head...argh!

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  6. Vanessa (Housewives Inc)28 January 2012 at 08:47

    Bones and Booth get the fright of their lives.

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  7. Jenny28 January 2012 at 09:28

    Severed head found on popular tourist beach

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  8. Anonymous28 January 2012 at 09:29

    Wait till she finds out I've got her handbag in here with me.

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  9. Anonymous28 January 2012 at 10:10

    Now the little blighter can't annoy me anymore!

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  10. Anonymous28 January 2012 at 10:15

    Mothers attempts at experimenting with new way to save on central heating costs were proving a tad messy...

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  11. Expatmammy28 January 2012 at 10:18

    The parents had discovered a way they could really enjoy the holiday, bury the child outside the beach bar

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  12. Emily (@amummytoo)28 January 2012 at 11:05

    Mummy enjoyed the peace and wondered if she could install a beach at home to bury dissenters in.

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  13. Herding Cats28 January 2012 at 11:13

    That's what I call 'getting a head'.

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  14. Mumofthreeboys28 January 2012 at 11:25

    It's ok, I'll have the last laugh when they pull me out and see what I have done in here! Oops!

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  15. Unknown28 January 2012 at 11:25

    On Saturday the very hungry caterpillar ate through a beach full of sand... but he was still hungry...

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  16. Rollercoaster Mum28 January 2012 at 11:28

    looking out for dragons! (random I know but comment supplied by my 4yo daughter when she saw the pic!)

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  17. motherventing28 January 2012 at 11:54

    Time Team were thrilled to discover a fairly fresh-looking ancient relic in someone's back garden. It did smell, though.

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  18. Unknown28 January 2012 at 11:54

    I wonder if this is what Mum meant by saying she feels like a 'headless chicken'?

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  19. Singing Angel28 January 2012 at 12:52

    When the novelty of the kittens had worn off daughter thought she would have a go at growing a new brother/sister. After all she must have inherited her Mums green fingers.

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    1. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron28 January 2012 at 13:17

      I have a parcel for you, Singing Angel. Could you let me know where to send it...

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  20. Singing Angel28 January 2012 at 13:45

    If it's the burnt left overs from last night I'll decline thank you...

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  21. bottleinfrontofme28 January 2012 at 14:07

    that bloomin sand gets everywhere !

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  22. Anonymous28 January 2012 at 16:40

    Mission completed!

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  23. Mum2BabyInsomniac28 January 2012 at 16:52

    When you said you had an alternative to suncream, I wasn't imagining this...

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  24. Anonymous28 January 2012 at 17:23

    Yes as you can tell... its the simple things that keep mum happy, I just go along with um (hope my mates don't ever see this)!

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  25. Unknown28 January 2012 at 23:50

    someone told me that mud is good for the skin, but why pay for the fancy bottles of the stuff?

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  26. Erica Price29 January 2012 at 08:31

    A mud pack's for your face not your body!

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  27. multiplemummy29 January 2012 at 10:35

    Ok, now I know you will stay put!

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  28. Anonymous29 January 2012 at 21:32

    and that is how you make a sand-wich hahaha...

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  29. Anonymous30 January 2012 at 05:12

    I just peed!

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  30. A Little Light Work30 January 2012 at 09:39

    His psoriasis didn't half make the bath water lumpy.

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