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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 Marrying Man  

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Parent's Name: Bharati Gopalani

I have a 10 year old daughter and a 4 year old son. One evening my cousin came to visit us, with her pretty two year old daughter. I introduced her to my children, saying, “This is your new little sister.” My son retorted, “If all the girls will be my sister, then who will I marry?” 


  Bring on the Virgins  

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Parent's Name: Vikram Sawant

Last Saturday night I had to baby sit my little brother. But alas, I was invited to a fantastic party next door. So after much thinking, I decided to attend for just one hour, with him in tow. My friend, Subhash was mixing drinks for everyone, and offered my little brother a mocktail. He loved the Virgin Colada. Next Subhash gave him a Virgin Mary, all under my strict supervision. My brother lapped it up. After which I forgot all about him and started enjoying myself. When the music stopped, a s


  Crow and the Pitcher  

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Parent's Name: Ashwini M N

When my daughter was a year round, she had the habit of picking dirty pebbles off the road. To break this habit, I had told her that the pebbles would be dirty as the stray dogs would have peed on them. After 3 months of telling her this, her habit broke off. When she was a 1.5 yrs old, during a noon nap, she wanted a story. I started with the smart crow that drank water from a pitcher by dropping pebbles into it. The moment I finished the story, my daughter made a face and said "Dirty crow touc


  Little ones  

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Parent's Name: Geeta Kalle

My 2(1/2

  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