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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!

  Jigsaw Puzzle  

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Parent's Name: Shayan

My son doesn't like going for haircut, so when I forcibly got him a haircut very sadly he said "you have broken my heart, mamma!" and immediately added-when he realised I was sad too-"but don't worry it has turned into a jigsaw puzzle and will join together".


  Toilet training  

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Parent's Name: Sangita

My daughter is 18 months old. I just started toilet train her few days ago, I used to tell her that I will tell u "Shabbas" when u go to toilet. After 2 days or so, I was watching her play, she took her doll to the toilet, and was telling her "waaa, shabbas". See , children learn too fast..


  Jai Mata Ki  

Baby Name: Suvarna
Parent's Name: Bindu

My daughter was three years old when we visited Vaishno Devi shrine with her. I took her to my office one day. One of my colleagues asked her name and she said "Suvarna" in a low voice. My colleague could not hear and said "Jor Se Bolo" (speak louder) and my daughter instantly replied "Jai Mata Ki".


  Mein Canada Jaa rahi hoon  

Baby Name: Khushi
Parent's Name: Neha

Just a 2 days back we all were sitting after dinner in the sitting room and My daughter who is 2 and a half years old started doing naughty things and I just ordered her Khushi don't dirty your face and we all started talking and got busy again, after 2 minutes she came from inside room with a purse in which she put a diary, a brush and pen and a few more things and was running towards the door I asked her Khushi aap kahan ja rahe ho, Khushi answered Neha Main Canada ja rahi hoon, gusha hoke....


  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