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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!

  Bad boy Good boy  

Baby Name: vanshika
Parent's Name: Rashmi Arora

My daughter vanshika is just 2.5 year old. But she is very talkative. One day I was teaching her "what is good and what is bad? All of a sudden she spoke to me " mumma - shalluk uncle (Shahrukh Khan - the film actor) is very good but samman uncle (Salman Khan - the film actor) is very bad because he removes his shirt in front of any body".


  Sandese aathe hain  

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Parent's Name: Usha Pavan

My two and a half year old son saw a Sikh with a turban for the first time in a shopping place and was so excited and started singing Sandese aathe hai. This is because he saw the movie border and he liked the song. From then onwards I couldn't stop my son singing that song when ever he sees a Sikh with a turban. It happened once in a lift in my husband's work place, and we both were expecting that this boy would sing the song seeing my husband's Sikh collegue in turban and were thinking how to


  Cartoon Network  

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Parent's Name: AnithaKK

My 5 year old son told me one day. " I want to go to College in India". We asked him why? His reply - " I can watch Cartoon there" - (We live in Kuwait)


  Du-du  

Baby Name: Tanisha
Parent's Name: Renu

When my daughter Tanisha was around 11-12 months old she started speaking few words like "papa","du-du" for milk etc. One fine day when she woke from her afternoon nap she got amazed looking outside the window and she started shouting "du-du"...."du-du". you know what?? it was the first snow fall of the season and her first experience of snow. I couldn't stop laughing at her.


  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