So V observes the boy at play and then comes to me to say,
"Your son is out to create a tigon. I have been watching him at it these last few days."
I, with thoughts of political correctness and vivid visual images floating through my head, say,
"Don't put any thoughts into his head, for heaven's sake. Let him do as he pleases, he doesn't know the significance, na."
Correctly interpreting my scarcely hidden maternal concern the husband says,
"Oh don't worry, the elephant is keeping an eye on them at all times."