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
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
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.
Baby in the Stomach
Baby Name: Latika Parent's Name: Gopi Wadhwa
My 5 year old daughter, Latika, wanted to know how I knew that my sister was going to have a baby? So I pointed out her big tummy, saying, “the baby grows in the stomach, and when it is big enough, it comes out.” That evening, we encountered a fat man in the lift, when we went to visit my mother. My little one gaped at his stomach for a few minutes, and then, much to his embarrassment, and mine said, “look mummy, this man is going to have a baby.”
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