have had to tell her that Teddy is on holidays and will be back in a few days. Showed her a pic on the laptop, a ‘holiday picture’
â Roisin (@roschetta) November 24, 2015
Shane Rooney tweetz:
Teddy Bear was lost on Henry Street, Dublin. Can you help reunite it with @roschetta?
Anyone?
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Pretty clear tag on the ear but I assume you know where you bought it anyway. Buy a new one.
Have you seen the sheet quantity of tweets and the amount of people involved in all this? Bizarre. Just buy another one, and do something productive with your time. Does it really all just come down to desperate attention seeking?
+1
If someone’s “life is over” after losing a mass-produced toy, what will happen when they face a real tragedy o bereavement? Wimp generation.
This is turning into such a “thing”. Get her another one and stop reminding us of what a wonderful and caring mother you are. Most mothers are, you’re not unusual.
Well said Officer Digs
However the lack of vitriol and ire in your post against this obviously negligent mother is disappointing. Man up son, these people will never learn if we don’t load more bitterness and sarcasm into our responses.
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I have an image caught somewhere between GI Joe and Marvel Comics in my head now.
Thanks Cpt Murtles.
Silence fool!
It’s so refreshing to read comments really letting rip into a mother trying to find her daughters teddy bear. I for one am sick of the tyranny of little girls and their teddies.
I see some people’s mothers never did find Mr Teddy.
Never even looked for him, probably.
Had him destroyed as a character-building exercise in fact.
Made them watch too.
Kids know the smell and feel of their teddy, it’d be hard to fob them off with a substitute.
I hope they find it, awful lot of mean spirit around here.
If you haven’t the wit to fool a child then you shouldn’t be having them. It’s really as simple as that.
Children becoming attached to stuffed toys is unheard of – a foppish affectation of this generation. In my day we had a small potato that we shook hands with once a day at the appointed hour. Once in a fit of exuberance I addressed mine warmly as “Old Tuber” and earned the back of my governess’ hand.
I know I wouldn’t be able to fool my son with a replacement teddy.
He is 23 mind you.
Very good. That made me giggle!
+1
Brilliant!
Use it as a teaching moment for your child ?
Get another Teddy, turn that into a voodoo version of the original Teddy and proceed to torture it with darning needles for the afternoon. Upon completion, release the child from the harness, remove the ball cock from its mouth, and take out the staples used to hold its’ eyes open.
Now, tell the child that’s what happens when you run away.
Everybody wins.
@Clampers: not the first time on Broadsheet that you’ve threatened voodoo! Remind never to give you any aul’ guff or I’ll have Baron Samedi on my back…
My life is over……..such a tragic loss………really doesn’t bear thinking about!
Grizzly circumstances.