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Read what our little munchkins say on various topics. You may be in for a surprise with their innocence. Does your little one also end up saying something funny or random? It's your chance to share it for other parents to exclaim Look who's talking!

  Brownmers !  

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Parent's Name: Prabha Thyagarajan-Murali

One morning, my 3 year-old daughter suddenly piped up, "Mummy, help me wear my brownmers." She was referring to her brown-coloured bloomers - her first attempt at pun !


  Mami Baccha Kha Gayee!!!!!!!  

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Parent's Name: Rekha

My sister's son is so smart in talking he asks the questions whenever we tell him something. One day my bhabhi had a son when his grandma told him that your mami had a son, he asked her how then she told that mami ke pet(belly) main se doctor ne baccha nikala hai. At evening when he came to meet mami & little child with her mummy & papa, he was amazing & asked that Mami aap itne bada baccha kha gayee thi ki doctor ko pet kaat kar nilana pada. Firstly we didn't understand but when the whole thing


  Mirror Mirror who is beautiful  

Baby Name: Janhavi
Parent's Name: Sarika

Janhavi is 2 years old and can speak everything. As soon as she is dressed up she stands infront of the mirror and says Pretty Woman Dikho Dikho Na(Song from Kal Ho Na Ho)


  The Roller Coaster Ride  

Baby Name: cajoled
Parent's Name: Karan Mathur

Our family goes for numerous short vacations by road. We all enjoy the scenic view of the long rides. Last year, we were driving to Silvasa, we encountered a specially bumpy dirt track. For about 10 minutes the car rattled and rolled in it. After this bad patch, we decided to take a short break. When we were ready to move again, my younger son cajoled, “Daddy, may we go over the bumps again.”


  Some Cheese Please  

Baby Name: Omika
Parent's Name: Sunita Chawla

Last month, as we were returning to Mumbai by the Chennai Express, my family got friendly with a couple of school teachers from the next compartment. They were enchanted by my two daughters Srishti and Omika, especially Omika, the younger one. They had brought along some fruits with them, and offered some to Omika, saying, “Which fruit would you like to have? We have bananas, oranges, grapes, chikoos and apples.” Much to their surprise, Omika answered “strawberries.” A little later, Omika return