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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!

  Jigsaw Puzzle  

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Parent's Name: Shayan

My son doesn't like going for haircut, so when I forcibly got him a haircut very sadly he said "you have broken my heart, mamma!" and immediately added-when he realised I was sad too-"but don't worry it has turned into a jigsaw puzzle and will join together".


  Pissed in Bed  

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Parent's Name: Sharmila

Once my daughter wet her bed and got scared as I might scold her what she did is when I found that and asked her about that she cooly replied "mummy dad only did that not me".


  Baby in the Stomach  

Baby Name: Pooja
Parent's Name: Janhavee

My friend's daugther Pooja is 2yrs + old and she's pretty smart for her age. When they visited us, I was few months pregnant, and so her mom warned her not to jump on me, and told her that i had a baby in my tummy. I used to go for regular walks, and so after couple of days, I asked Pooja if she would like to come with me for a walk, immediatly she said..."No! you go, you have a Baby in your tummy" I was really surprised how she could link two and two together.


  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