Hi
I indulged my inner child this weekend. There's a shop where you can pick a teddy bear, have it stuffed, give them a voice and then buy them outfits. I may be thirtysomething years old, but something inside kept crying out for one of these little chaps. So the latest addition to our family is Steve; up to now he has an England tshirt, jeans and trainers, a tshirt that says 'Whatever', a wizard (Harry Potter style) outfit and a postman outfit.
Maybe he's my substitute child, I don't know, my hubby thinks I'm daft, but what's wrong with being a bit daft every once in a while? 
I bought one of these bears for my young daughter, imagine how shocked I was when I got it home and the recorded voice said 'I can't poo'!
This is all I hear all day long now 'I can't poo'!
What kind of sick person goes into these 'bear shops' and records this filth??
What makes it worse, is that in the background you can hear two hysterical woman laughing, as I they know what's happening.
Sick, just SICK!!!