Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus's blog. Think of a witticism...




and flaunt it here. All suggestions gratefully received.

Comments

  1. A Welcoming Hearth3 December 2011 at 07:27

    People say that you are hard and cold, but to me you are my best friend.

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  2. multiplemummy3 December 2011 at 07:36

    Oh No Mum...this is Narnia,here is the evidence of the Witch's work!

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  3. Mum2BabyInsomniac3 December 2011 at 07:54

    'I've caught dinner'

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  4. Nikki Thomas3 December 2011 at 08:21

    Can we take him home? Please?

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  5. Rebecca English3 December 2011 at 10:04

    No mum, I won't go shopping. You'll have to drag me.

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  6. mother on the edge!!3 December 2011 at 10:12

    and I will stay attached to this stone "thing" till you agree to buy me everything on my xmas list......

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  7. Jenny3 December 2011 at 10:52

    In Harry Potter, these things fly!

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  8. Emily (@amummytoo)3 December 2011 at 11:17

    Pleeeease can we take it home?? I'll feed it and care for it and fly it every day...

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  9. Bibsey Mama3 December 2011 at 11:22

    What's with the cold shoulder? C'mon, singalong with me...

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  10. Katie Vyktoriah3 December 2011 at 12:19

    I shall name him Hardwick!

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  11. Ramblings Of A Suburban Mummy3 December 2011 at 13:15

    I think I might be confused between Twilight and Return to Oz

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  12. fivegoblogging3 December 2011 at 14:30

    I love you, i really *hic* love you I do.

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  13. Claire Justine3 December 2011 at 14:43

    If I let go it's a long way down....AAARRRGGG

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  14. Anonymous3 December 2011 at 14:53

    'yes, my new necklace is 100% human child. It was expensive, sure, but totally worth it'

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  15. Anonymous3 December 2011 at 15:48

    Pllleeeease can we take him home? Pllleeassse? He won't poop on the carpet!

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  16. Actually Mummy3 December 2011 at 16:21

    Mum, I've found my one true love but I can't quite bring myself to kiss her and wake her up!

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  17. Mammasaurus3 December 2011 at 16:30

    I'm trying to eat this turkey mum but it's a bit tough...

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  18. Anonymous3 December 2011 at 19:49

    But mum, I wanted a teddy. This is not going to be comfortable to sleep with.

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  19. Anonymous4 December 2011 at 08:41

    i give you hugs everyday and you dont say anything, man you've a heart of stone

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  20. Katie @mummydaddyme4 December 2011 at 22:23

    They say if you pull a face and the wind changes, you will get stuck like that. Uh oh?!

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