Last night, when we were driving around town to see the lights, a sleepy Bhablet piped up, "Totto baby kuta?" (Where is the little boy I saw 50 metres earlier?)
Before I could say anything, his father said, "Chhotto baby kal ashbe." (The little boy will come tomorrow.)
I actually wracked my brains for a few seconds, wondering whether we were expecting guests I couldn't remember, until the penny dropped.
And that is how you know that unlike the husband, I am not 'missionary educated'.
With that I wish you all a Happy Christmas. Make merry and don't do anything I wouldn't do (now).