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!
Little ones
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Geeta Kalle
My 2(1/2
The Step Mom
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Sunita Sabharwal
This morning, I had to punish my daughter for talking back rudely. Later in the evening she went down to play with her friends. I had to run a few errands, so as I came down the stairs I heard her telling her friends loudly, “here comes my step-mom.” I asked her why she would say a thing like that. She responded “You are standing on the steps, aren’t you?”
Sandese aathe hain
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Usha Pavan
My two and a half year old son saw a Sikh with a turban for the first time in a shopping place and was so excited and started singing Sandese aathe hai. This is because he saw the movie border and he liked the song. From then onwards I couldn't stop my son singing that song when ever he sees a Sikh with a turban. It happened once in a lift in my husband's work place, and we both were expecting that this boy would sing the song seeing my husband's Sikh collegue in turban and were thinking how to
When I become small
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Mahisha
I have two children one (daughter) is almost going to be 3 years and second son is 9 months. Usually the elder one has the habit of copying whatever we do and we tell her that once she grows big like mamma, papa she can also do that. So one day when the little one was playing with some toy, the elder one tried to grab it from his hand and I told her not to do and to let him play. Promptly she replied *when I become small I shall play with it*. I could not resist my laugh.
Pouring Cats and Dandruff
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Indira Khurana
Last year, my sister and I went on a holiday abroad. Even though my sister does not get along too well with my nephew, we stayed at my brother’s house on the outskirts of Liverpool. One cold night, my nephew walked in, covered in snow. My silly sister remarked, “Oh is it snowing?” To which he sarcastically replied, “No, its dandruff.”