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Baby Name : Pal


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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!

  Little ones  

Baby Name:
Parent's Name: Geeta Kalle

My 2(1/2

  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".


  A messy picture  

Baby Name:
Parent's Name: Corey Yao

My son put boogers all over the wall one day it was like it was covered in slime. I had to clean it up!


  Crow and the Pitcher  

Baby Name:
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


  Pouring Cats and Dandruff  

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Parent's Name: Indira Khurana

Last year, my sister and I went on a holiday abroad. Even though my sister does not get along too well with my nephew, we stayed at my brother’s house on the outskirts of Liverpool. One cold night, my nephew walked in, covered in snow. My silly sister remarked, “Oh is it snowing?” To which he sarcastically replied, “No, its dandruff.”