"Maths is stupid," Greg declared, pushing the book away from him and scowling at it, arms folded across his chest. Molly glanced up from her position on the floor, where she'd been trying to persuade her cuddly toys to sit just right so they could enjoy afternoon tea. Abandoning her attempts to get Benji Bear to sit up straight, she padded slowly over.
"No it's not."
"Yes it is," he insisted. "Besides, I don't need maths. I just need to be able to catch baddies. Don't need maths for that."
"That what you're gonna do when you're big? Catch baddies?" Molly asked, wide-eyed as she fiddled with the ends of her ponytail, her gaze never leaving Greg as he nodded proudly.
"Yup. Gonna be a policeman like my Dad. Don't need maths for that, just need to run fast. And I can run very fast," he adds with a mischievous grin. "I always beat Phillip from down the road when we have a race."
Considering this information quietly – she thought Greg would make a very good policeman when he was a grown-up, and he'd get a hat which was very important and would make him look very smart – Molly's face suddenly scrunched into a frown.
"But… How will you know how many baddies you've thrown in prison if you can't do maths…?" Greg didn't reply immediately, just blinked a couple of times before slowly pulling the maths book back towards him, his expression slightly sheepish.
"Perhaps maths isn't stupid really," he mumbled, and Molly positively beamed at him.
"I knew maths couldn't be stupid." Running over, she pressed a clumsy kiss to his cheek before fleeing back to her tea party.
"Yuck!" Pulling a face, Greg scrubbed at his cheek, though his movements were half-hearted, a small, slightly embarrassed grin playing about his lips as he watched Molly battle with her bears once more. "What was that for?"
"For saying maths wasn't stupid. I saw Mummy do it to Daddy the other day. Why, didn't you like it?"
"'S ok," he replied with a shrug, suddenly very interested in his exercise book again. "But you shouldn't do that when you're not married."
"Can we get married then?" Greg paused, thinking, before breaking into a grin and nodding.
"Yeah, alright then." Leaping to her feet with an excited squeal, her tea party forgotten, Molly ran over and hugged Greg. Kissing his cheek again, she slipped from the room, Greg's indignant shout of "We're not married yet, it's not allowed!" following Molly as she rushed to find her mother to tell her about the wedding.