A line is crossed

The kids were playing outside today and started fussing (Ian v. Alexandria and Annika.) Insults like 'scooter boy' and 'lame' were flung with little effect. What finally upset Ian was the girls calling him a 'chicken'. "The girls are name-calling," he told me, "and the name 'chicken' really crosses the line."

Let's just call him my favorite boy in the world

Me: Ian, you are my favorite boy on the whole planet.

Ian: You know, there could be boy aliens.

Me: You would still be my favorite. I wouldn't like them as much as I like you.

Ian: Well then, I guess I would be your favorite boy in the galaxy.

Me: Yes, I guess so.

Ian: Actually, I would be your favorite boy of ALL the galaxies, because there are lots of other galaxies that could have aliens.

Me: Yes you would.