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!
Pampers
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Hilu
I was shopping out in one of the co-operatives, with my 21/21/2
Act of the second
Baby Name: Parent's Name:
My daughter has turned one now.One day my sister was carring her and she dropped her doll and asked me to pick it up I did the same. She then started playing the same with me. I thought I should stop her from doing this and so I kept my hand below where ever she took the doll and suddenly she turned and throwed it on the other side and she enjoyed it and I picked it up with proud face as I could see her act in a second but other family members were laughing at me.
Mein Canada Jaa rahi hoon
Baby Name: Khushi Parent's Name: Neha
Just a 2 days back we all were sitting after dinner in the sitting room and My daughter who is 2 and a half years old started doing naughty things and I just ordered her Khushi don't dirty your face and we all started talking and got busy again, after 2 minutes she came from inside room with a purse in which she put a diary, a brush and pen and a few more things and was running towards the door I asked her Khushi aap kahan ja rahe ho, Khushi answered Neha Main Canada ja rahi hoon, gusha hoke....
Mom be happy!
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Babli
My little (3.5 yrs old) one came back from preschool one day while I was working upstairs he came up and showed me a picture he had made in the art class. I happily hugged him and said good job. We both went downstairs to kitchen and I checked his lunch bag, he hadn't eaten anything at lunch so I frowned and said why didn't you eat anything, how come you were not hungry. He immediately retorted back saying - You were happy with me upstairs , what happened downstairs , you are angry with me now,
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