Why it hadn't happened earlier, I guess only God and Matt McCarten know, and both of them are unavailable for comment.
Meanwhile, the comments are coming quicker than a Crusader winning winger from pollsters and spin doctors who have been given a swig of the uncorked Beaujolais, and now the word "kingmaker" has been subbed off the back bench for a political pocket rocket, who could well carry Kelvin all the way from Kawakawa to kaitiaki - caretaker of Aotearoa.
What will the rest of New Zealand think when they digest the potential for Auckland to hold a Labour mayor, a prime minister and a deputy prime minister?
That's a lot of Jafas rolling down the corridors of Parliament, huh?
For the rest of Aotearoa post election, the south side of the Bombays could be the land of the wrong right crowd - but somehow I don't think so.
There's a few more twists in the taniwha's tail of this election and, like a good game of euchre, there will be trump cards played over the next seven weeks from the left and the right, turning what was a lay-down march this time last week for National into a Lions and All Blacks-like shootout at the final test.
So why did it take so long for Labour to work it out and see that Andrew would be too little too late?
Chances are, like a cunning euchre player, their inner sanctum of strategists were holding on to their Jacinda joker, waiting for the moment to throw it down and trump the march National were on.
Whatever their reasons, it has worked and it is game on.
The question now is, can they keep Kelvin cooler than a cucumber in a Kelvinator fridge, so he won't let his waha (mouth) bark back at the opposition dogs who have had him cornered up in the back benches?
The comments on the kumara vine after his first post-selection interview were that he did himself no favours by coming out swinging at both Hone and Te Ururoa, and to whakaiti (belittle) them by demanding they lift their game came across as sour grapes.
What has surprised and excited me is the korero of our kids who have been brought into the conversation on the kumara vine and not left hanging around outside while the "older ones" talk about the serious stuff inside the whare.
Digital democracy via social networks has well and truly been kickstarted by the Kelvin Klein and Jacinda Devine couple and for this generation, Labour is looking good.
Just like Emmanuel Macron and Justin Trudeau, who created a "youth quake" of voters by talking to them and not at them, their tres chic style of electioneering coolness is something Jacinda has cleverly captured and will download to her co-star while time is on their side.
The outgoing tide of popularity has turned for Labour- ki tai wiwi - it is coming back in, but quicker than you can say let's do this it - ki tai wawa, it can go back out again.
For now, the putea and the wairua (the funding and the soul) of a political party destined to be also-rans have been given a new hongi - a breath of life.
They have amassed more money than a class action kiwifruit conglomerate and it's more than enough to buy a completely new fleet of billboards - and an extended holiday for Matt.
For us, the voting public, we are in for one hell of a ride. In seven short days, we have gone from a lay-down march - where Labour was looking at the worst defeat ever, polling at just over 20 per cent, to a serious contender who now needs to work out how to hold on to the honeymoon for another 50 days.
Sitting quietly on the sideline saying bugger all, waiting for the front page to find another headline, are the hori Tory taniwha, trying to work out how to make the tide turn.
None more so than the silver fox himself - the kingmaker who will turn with whichever way the tide is going - as long as it is downstream towards the top job.
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