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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!

  What is your 'Sari' Number?  

Baby Name: Tamanna
Parent's Name: Ankita

Tamanna, who is my cousin, loves songs & dances. She's 5 years old. She also loves wearing saris. So whenever she wants to wear sari she'll start singing the song, 'what is your sari number ...?',A parady of the hindi Song, 'what is your mobile no.?...'


  Age Count  

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Parent's Name: Fatima Alli Moosa

My little sister was once asked how old she was. "I'm not old", she replied, "I'm still young".


  Work is Worship  

Baby Name: Vishal
Parent's Name: Rani Gupta

Although my sister-in-law has married into a very rich family, her husband believes in standing on his own two feet. He is a bank officer with a moderate income. Her father-in-law owns a Mercedes, whereas her husband drives a fiat. One day, she jokingly told her 5 year old son, “What a lovely, big car your grandpa has. Why don’t you ask him to give it to us.” Vishal promptly replied, “Work hard and earn your own money. Do not take the easy way out.” 


  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. 


  Who’s the Child?  

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Parent's Name: Gayatri Narayan

I was driving my children to school the other day, when one under-aged driver banged into my car. I got out and ranted and raved for the next 15 minutes, telling him what a bad driver he was, that he was under-age and I wanted his license, and how scared my children were…. After a while, my son popped his head out and said, “Mom will you stop wailing.”