The questions are relentless: Is a tiger chasing him? Is a tiger hiding under his bed? Is said tiger friendly or scary?
It's almost like he has tiger Tourette's. Typical comment: "Mommy, can I have some yogurt? Tiger."
He also loves to start sentences with "Tiger, tiger...." Since this is so close to the William Blake poem, I've been trying to get him to quote that. (Imagine how he could impress the girls at daycare by citing 18th century verse.) Unfortunately, he can only really do the "burning bright" part before losing track.
The focus on tigers is a bit of a mystery to me. When I was a kid, I always thought lions were more of a big deal. Maybe because the whole "king of the jungle" mystique was so powerful. (But as we know now, tigers are actually the biggest of the Big Cats.)
Last week, we decided to take him to the Oakland Zoo to see some actual tigers. If you're going to be obsessed with something, you may as well see it in real life. (Note: This is how I dealt with my Tina Yothers obsession. I hope that restraining order has expired by now.)
Unfortunately, real life was a letdown: We saw exactly one tiger, and he was asleep. Try and find him in this picture.
Bottom line: Cats aren't reliable.
Elliot did enjoy riding the merry-go-round tiger, though.
UPDATE: While we're discussing the Oakland Zoo, are these alligators adequately secured?
I'm thinking, no.