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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!

  Language Problem  

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Parent's Name: Renu Nair

One day while I was watching TV with my 1 year 9 month old daughter "Anjali" suddenly the current went off and my daughter immediately looked at me and said current gaya I was so happy that she said that but I was really surprised when my daughter again looked at me and said Renu beejili gaya.I just laughed and hugged her tight my dad who was listening to this conversation said she thought probably her mother doesn't understand English..


  Hep Goddess  

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Parent's Name: Sudha Shivkumar

One day when we went to the temple with our three year old son, he said,"Look,Amma,Saraswati Ummachi(we call God/Goddess as Ummachi in Tamil) has a guitar in her hand." He was referring to her veena,of course!


  Thief with two Heads  

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Parent's Name: Buma

When my sister was about 3 yrs old, there was a thief in the next house. I was narrating to her the whole incident. "yesterday around 12 in the night, next door aunty woke up to go to the restroom and happened to see two heads through the window. she yelled and they went off". on hearing this story, my sister immediately asked me "sister, do thieves have two heads?" I burst into laughter on her innocence.


  Kha "Kha"  

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Parent's Name: Arti Tulsiani

My 16months old daughter has started saying her first few words. Now she tries to feed me and say "Kha" "Kha" as we do with her when we give her something to eat. Otherday she saw a dog and started shouting bhow bhow. Wonder how fast kids grow.


  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