i should be so lucky...

My six year old and I were cuddled up together watching 'The Voice' last night and he turned to me very seriously and said 'Mummy, I have to tell you something.'

He hesitated as if he didn't quite know how to phrase it. 'You can tell me anything, sweetheart,' I said, slightly worried. He still didn't say anything.

'Well,' he said finally, 'I have been thinking and if you couldn't be my Mummy anymore , which won't ever happen anyway, but just say that it did happen, well...'

All kinds of things were going through my mind.

Did he still think I was at death's door?

Did he want to be living with my parents, maybe?

Has the continued absence of his arsehole father, who has not been in touch for weeks, really got him into a total state?

I muted the TV.

He reached for the remote and un-muted it straight back.

'No need to panic, Mum', he said. 'All I was going to say was if you were not my Mummy, I think, well, considering everything, I would choose Kylie.'

I looked at Kylie Minogue's young, fresh-looking face, at 43 or 44 or whatever she is. I don't begrudge her the botox and the facelifts and whatever else she has had done; the woman has been through the mill with her breast cancer and her failed relationships .....

And yet still, she is a Diva, and attracting a brand new generation of fans under the age of ten, who know nothing of Charlene on Neighbours, or Kylie as Gay Idol, but just know her as Kylie, the new, cool judge on the Voice, more cool, definitely more cool, than the very sassy Jesse J.

Go, Kylie!

But I won't be handing her my son anytime soon.

'She doesn't have kids, you know,' I said later on.

'Poor Kylie,' said Blue Eyed Boy. 'See Mummy, you're the lucky one really'.