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!
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!
Tiny Wonder
Baby Name: Reina Parent's Name: Stella Joseph
Our daughter Reina is 1yr old now. We have bought few cardboard books for her. We have taught her 'Tomato' and 'Onion' and she knows to pronounce them well. Whenever we ask her to say 'Tomato' she'll say 'Onion'. So one day I asked her to say 'Onion' with a hope that she would say 'Onion' but immediately she said 'Tomato'. We all burst out in laughter and wonder of how she could think and say the other word purposely. Same thing happens with A, B, C... Whenever we ask her to say A, She'll say B.
Honesty Pays (Duty i.e.)
Baby Name: Parent's Name: Shahila Begum
I was returning from the States last year, and had purchased a few too many electronic goods. I had managed to keep most of them concealed, as I had decided to declare just a few. What I did not count on was my innocent 7 year old. As my bags were being opened, he excitedly pointed to one saying, “Look underneath is my new ice-cream maker. And you know, I even have a popcorn machine.”
Crooked Prawns
Baby Name: Jonathan Parent's Name: Jonjas
Jonathan my 2 year old is an Indian Chinese and English and we speak english, cantonese and hindi. We were having a barbaque and he asked his "dada when are the prawns cooked" and my husband replied "yat crook jau sook" but to my 2 year old. his understanding of 'cook' n 'sook' means the food is ready to eat and he just looked at my husband and said' it mens the same dada'.
Pouring Cats and Dandruff
Baby Name: 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.”