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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!

  God on a Mouse  

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Parent's Name: Sharmala

Once my cousin, whose son had been born and brought up in London decided to teach him about Indian Gods. She showed him a picture of Ganesh. He asked what the mouse below him represented. She told him it represented his vehicle. He exclaimed " Funny God, here a big Elephant rides upon a little mouse "


  Appppa  

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Parent's Name: Netra

My daughter is just 8 months old when I speak the word papa in front of her she starts saying apppa apppa appa appppa.............. I like this very much because it is her first word.


  Knock on the Door  

Baby Name: Anjali
Parent's Name: Nita Vaswani

One day, as I was feeding my two month old daughter, my servant walked into the room without knocking on the door. Needless to say, we did not take the matter lightly, and he was fired. When we were hiring a new servant, Nitin, my 6 year old, piped up, “Mummy, tell him not to walk into your room when you are feeding Anjali.”


  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


  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