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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!

  The little mind  

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Parent's Name: Sunanda Ramachandra

One day I was watching snooker, when my little daughter aged 3 after observing the game keenly said, Mummy, I also want to play. I told okay, carry on play. She immediately stood up on the sofa kept near the TV and tried to put her legs into the picture tube. I asked what she was doing, she told she wants to get into the TV and play the match.


  When I become small  

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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.


  Little ones  

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Parent's Name: Geeta Kalle

My 2(1/2

  The Shopaholic’s Son  

Baby Name: Sameer
Parent's Name: Vanee Jaising

My friend from Delhi loves shopping. Especially so when she arrives in Mumbai. Last year, when she had come down, she invited me to lunch. She asked me to come at 1:30 p.m. as she had an appointment with the dentist at 12:30 p.m. When I arrived, he son, Sameer, greeted me at the door saying, “Mama’s not at home.” Although I knew she was at the dentist, I tried to pick up a conversation with this little 4 year old. So I asked him, “Where has your mummy gone?” “Shopping!”, he answered. 


  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