Saturday is Caption Day....

at Mammasaurus. Every caption suggestion gives me a thrill...




...so please, make my day!

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  1. Jenny26 November 2011 at 10:08

    Bauble bauble water olympics

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  2. A Little Light Work26 November 2011 at 10:14

    Bloody bubble gum....

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  3. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 10:24

    A middle aged matron tries desperately to keep her children clean until the Bishop comes to tea.

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  4. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 11:13

    The water rose up so much it surrounded them and looked like a ball

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  5. A Welcoming Hearth26 November 2011 at 11:18

    That should keep the kids occupied for a while, now time for a coffee and a chocolate.

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  6. Emily (@amummytoo)26 November 2011 at 11:34

    Anna feared she may have made the bubble bath mixture a little too strong.

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  7. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 13:02

    At last the children were contained and couldn't get into any mischief... ah time for a sit down... every house should have one of these!

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  8. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 13:06

    Lets see how they get out of this one then! Now, where's my coffee?

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  9. Mammasaurus26 November 2011 at 13:31

    You can't wrap them up in cotton wool - but you can put them in a giant bubble!

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  10. Bibsey Mama26 November 2011 at 13:45

    We are in a bit of a bubble at the moment. Don't burst it.

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  11. Sarahmumof326 November 2011 at 14:12

    mum we got to get one of these for the garden!

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  12. 76 sunflowers26 November 2011 at 14:20

    Who said only Jesus could walk on water?

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  13. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 15:29

    What a lovely pair!
    But these baubles proved too big for the Christmas tree

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  14. A Little Light Work26 November 2011 at 15:39

    Give them a shake and see if it snows

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  15. Rebecca English26 November 2011 at 17:24

    The vicar's balls were really rather large.

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  16. Anonymous26 November 2011 at 20:27

    mammy not wanted us to get wet went to extremes

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  17. bluebirdsunshine27 November 2011 at 07:44

    The pack did say 'Giant Bubbles'!

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  18. A Little Light Work27 November 2011 at 11:35

    OK, which one of you farted in the bath?

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  19. multiplemummy30 November 2011 at 15:14

    The kids were off in their own bubble again! This always happened when Mum shouted to tidy up!

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