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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!

  Ram and Anand...com  

Baby Name: ram, anand
Parent's Name: Ram Vijayrao Vishrojwar

Ram and Anand is two brother ........Ram is a very good boy but Anand is noty boy. One day Ram go to school. Anand not goes to school. 


  Colour Television  

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Parent's Name: Seema

One day we were watching TV, and all of a sudden its colours stopped coming. I asked my husband to see why the TV’s colours were not coming. Listening to this, my three years old daughter promptly brought her crayons and started colouring the screen of the television.


  Mami Baccha Kha Gayee!!!!!!!  

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Parent's Name: Rekha

My sister's son is so smart in talking he asks the questions whenever we tell him something. One day my bhabhi had a son when his grandma told him that your mami had a son, he asked her how then she told that mami ke pet(belly) main se doctor ne baccha nikala hai. At evening when he came to meet mami & little child with her mummy & papa, he was amazing & asked that Mami aap itne bada baccha kha gayee thi ki doctor ko pet kaat kar nilana pada. Firstly we didn't understand but when the whole thing


  What is your 'Sari' Number?  

Baby Name: Tamanna
Parent's Name: Ankita

Tamanna, who is my cousin, loves songs & dances. She's 5 years old. She also loves wearing saris. So whenever she wants to wear sari she'll start singing the song, 'what is your sari number ...?',A parady of the hindi Song, 'what is your mobile no.?...'


  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.”