Dasharath picked Lakshman up uneasily from his crib. He stared at his redhead son (which he didn't know how that happened, considering that none of them had red hair), and the baby stared back at him, expressionless. "Is it just me, or is he unimpressed?" Dasharath asked, concerned.

"He hasn't spoken yet either!" Sumitra cried, scratching her head. "It's starting to confuse and worry me! Look at his twin brother! Look at him! Or rather-listen!"

She held up Shatrughan, who immediately started to blabber a bunch of things, namely "food", "no", and "mirror", before starting to spontaneously cry.  Dasharath glanced at him, clearing his throat and laughing nervously. "Sumitra, you have some interesting children." 

It was at this point that Sumitra gave him the same unimpressed look that the baby was giving him.

"Hey baby, my dear Lakshu, say something na?" Dasharath asked gently, rocking him. Lakshman merely grunted and crossed his arms across his chest. "Wow, this baby has attitude."

At this point, Ram crawled into the room. Lakshman immediately sat up, looked at Dasharath, pointing towards his brother. "That's Ram bhaiyya, right? Ram bhaiyya, want to play? I heard Bharat bhaiyya has some new blankets, and a toy sword from Maa Kaikeyi! Hey, Maa, I want a toy sword! You keep on giving me bells and rattles. Do I look like a rattle person to you?"

Sumitra's jaw dropped, and Shatrughan looked up, eyes as big as (wait for it...) grapefruits. "No mirror?" he asked, before bursting into sobs again.

A/N- I wrote this thing listening to Chammak Challo, don't blame me. This is kind of like an assembled random Ramayan book, with shorts and quotes and what-not.