For three days in the week, I take my 4-year-old son to nursery in the mornings. Just lately he's been doing something that gets me very strange looks from the staff.
I say goodbye, and give him a kiss. Then I move away from him, and he throws himself up at me so I have to pick him up. Then I say goodbye again and give him another kiss. When I put him down, he prostrates himself in front of me and kisses my feet.
I have no idea where he got the idea from, but the staff at the nursery must think I rule my house with an iron fist.
“Hi kids, I'm home! Come and worship me, now!”