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!
A messy picture
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Corey Yao
My son put boogers all over the wall one day it was like it was covered in slime. I had to clean it up!
Of Cubs, Kittens, and Goats
Baby Name: Sunaina Parent's Name: Varuna Jhatka.
My daughter, Sunaina, a pre-schooler , has just started learning all about the animals and their children. She knows that a cat has kittens, a lion gets cubs, etc.
One evening, last week, we had to go for a wedding. As Sunaina hates meeting people, she was reluctant to come. But as we could not leave her alone at home, we forced her to come. As we entered a distant relative came up to us and patted her on the head saying, “How cute, is this your kid?” At which Sunaina, shot back, “How dare you
Crooked Prawns
Baby Name: Jonathan Parent's Name: Jonjas
Jonathan my 2 year old is an Indian Chinese and English and we speak english, cantonese and hindi. We were having a barbaque and he asked his "dada when are the prawns cooked" and my husband replied "yat crook jau sook" but to my 2 year old. his understanding of 'cook' n 'sook' means the food is ready to eat and he just looked at my husband and said' it mens the same dada'.
Complaining About Mom
Baby Name: Rrhea Parent's Name: Neetu Bhatia
This happened last week when i had kept milk for boiling on the gas and I sat down in the hall wiht my 2 yr old daughter RRhea watching TV and playing with her. Suddenly I remembered (which was after ages) that milk was on the gas and i ran to switch of the gas but the milk had dropped little and I wiped the cooking range. This incident happened only when my daughter and myself were there in the house as my mother-in-law had gone out.
Next day my m'law knew abt this incident which surprised me
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