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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 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. 


  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?"


  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


  Age Count  

Baby Name:
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".


  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