Stomper Girl (to Fixit): If you pour me some wine you'll be my favourite man. Actually, you already are my favourite man but could you pour me some wine anyway, please?
Fixit: Okay.
Scene. Grown-Up's Room. Cherub is in pyjamas waiting for his story, drawing. He has partly heard this exchange.
Cherub : Who is your favourite man?
Stomper Girl: Fixit is.
Cherub: Oh. I thought your Dad was.
Stomper Girl: He's my second favourite.
Cherub: Oh. [pause] Who is your third favourite?
Stomper Girl: [considers]...
Cherub: Am I?
Stomper Girl: No! You're not a man!
Cherub: Yes I am.
Stomper Girl: No, you're a boy.
Cherub: I thought boys were mans?
Stomper Girl: Well, when they grow up. Not yet.
Cherub: Oh.
Stomper Girl: But you and Climber are my equal first-favourite boys.
Cherub: I thought I was.
Stomper Girl: What?
Cherub: I thought I was your favourite boy.
Stomper Girl: What, you think I like you better than Climber?
Cherub: (completely matter-of-fact) Yes.
Stomper Girl: No! I like you both the same.
[pause]
Stomper Girl: Why did you think I liked you better than Climber?
Cherub: (completely matter-of-fact) Because I'm cuter.
