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!
Age Count
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Fatima Alli Moosa
My little sister was once asked how old she was. "I'm not old", she replied, "I'm still young".
Sandese aathe hain
Baby Name: 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
Papa Nahin Uthe
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Arti Kariro
My sweet littke daughter has a habbit of saying jai jai to sun uncle and goodmorning too and after that she goes in her room and ask papa to utho mama ko office jana hai mamma late ho jayegi.... one day same routine is going on saying jai jai sun uncle and all of the sudden she said sun uncle papa nahin uthe......... and i was surprised ki itni baatein kahan se seekhti hai.
The Shopaholic’s Son
Baby Name: Sameer Parent's Name: Vanee Jaising
My friend from Delhi loves shopping. Especially so when she arrives in Mumbai. Last year, when she had come down, she invited me to lunch. She asked me to come at 1:30 p.m. as she had an appointment with the dentist at 12:30 p.m. When I arrived, he son, Sameer, greeted me at the door saying, “Mama’s not at home.” Although I knew she was at the dentist, I tried to pick up a conversation with this little 4 year old. So I asked him, “Where has your mummy gone?” “Shopping!”, he answered.
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