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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!

  My little cleaner  

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Parent's Name: Sunitha

My cute little boy is just one yr old. He can walk well without support. Whenever he comes across tiny bits of paper on the floor he quickly picks it up & puts it in the waste basket. I always encourage him to do so by appreciating it immediately. One day I was busy cutting carrots for dinner. As I was in a hurry I was cutting them so fast that few pieces fell down to the floor from the chopping board. My little one quickly picked them up & threw it in the waste basket. It was so fast that I cou


  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 !


  The Marrying Man  

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Parent's Name: Bharati Gopalani

I have a 10 year old daughter and a 4 year old son. One evening my cousin came to visit us, with her pretty two year old daughter. I introduced her to my children, saying, “This is your new little sister.” My son retorted, “If all the girls will be my sister, then who will I marry?” 


  Can u get ur steering?  

Baby Name: Anshu
Parent's Name: Srividhya

This happened when my niece was 2-and-half. My sister-in-law was driving the car and her daughter Anshu was in the back-seat. Bored, Anshu said: "Mom, can you get ur steering and sit at the back please?"


  Pouring Cats and Dandruff  

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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.”