He sits up in bed.

My bed.

He’s been here a while, just snuggling.

“Mu - um,” he calls.

“Yes”

“Come here, Mum, I want to do my moves on you”.

I sit up and shuffle closer and sit with him, face to face.

He starts a combination of made up Karate chops, with sounds and all, in true Jackie Chan style;

“Woooooor!

Hai!

Cha!

Haiyah!”

he cries in  an over dramatic way.

This goes on for a good 30 seconds and I am starting to wonder where these ‘moves’ are going.

In one final chop, he brings both hands to rest on my cheeks and pulls me close to his face

and

without missing a beat

kisses me square on the lips.

“You like my moves?” he enquires.

I laugh.

“Yes, I like them very much”.

He smiles briefly and then puts on his most serious of serious faces,

“Good, ‘a - cause’ Danger is my middle name!”