It is a Monday morning. You are watching a movie, Star Wars the clone wars. I watch every little reaction on your face as Jabba the Hutt, and Count Dooku and Obi Wan Kenobi take on the various characters battling to win favours throughout the universe.

I watch as you manoeuvre the crayons next to your book and ensure that everything is in place, according to how you decide things should look. Lying flat on the floor on your belly, head not deviating from the direction of the television, I ask you “do you like this movie?” and without moving an inch you reply “yes”. An exciting part in the movie has you sitting up on your knees….”What’s going on with the droids dad”?

You look at all of the stars in the make believe universe with the many fantastical creatures and spaceships and I can see your imagination running wild. Eyes wide and focused I can only guess what is going through your mind, maybe just seeing yourself flying to help Anikan save the day or maybe just showing genuine concern for the multitudes of clones being destroyed by the evil emperor and I wonder “what are you thinking”?

You look at me quickly and you give me a concerned look, it looks like Obi Wan and his little robot sidekick are going to be ok and you don’t mind letting me know that this is in fact the case.

I see my dad, your grandfather, so much in the way you do things. I wonder “was this me when I was your age”? Would he have looked at me with an absolute love in the same way that I look at you?

I roll on over to the floor and I hug you, you don’t know what I have been writing here but you quickly say “I love you dad” and I say I love you too. You quickly dismiss me, Anikan is in trouble again! “Dad, you’re messing up my crayons”

We stop the movie and I ask you “would you like something to eat my son”? And you say yes. I was thinking of a sandwich for lunch, you already have the stool out reaching for the twistie’s on the top shelf and happy to eat them all by yourself. I make a sandwich and get a diet coke for both of us. “Start the movie Dad!!!”

Crunching your twistie’s and looking very content you ask me if I have finished my sandwich, I say yes. You say “oh you were fast” in a competitive tone. The crunching becomes synonymous with the action that is happening on telly. If it is good the crunching stops, if there isn’t anything interesting the crunching is loudest! No wonder it has taken you a long time to eat your twistie’s.

My galaxy and universe is you. You are the makeup of all of long lines of Maori, Croation, English, Scottish and Irish. Your whole look has been because of these lines and that is the entire reason that none of your ancestors will ever die. You are the most beautiful being that has ever been created.

Movie is over and I ask you “did you enjoy that”? You say “yes it was so cool, can we watch another one”? I say “Yes” I want to keep writing. So we leave Star Wars and then it’s on to the X-Men, your pick!