I have this issue that's called "talk to your grown man husband like he's 6 months old." Lots of times I'll say to Sean, "Do you want me to pack you a snacky poo?" or, "Do you need a nappy poo?"
The other day he said, "Dani, do you want a poo sandwich?"
Ew. You're sick.
Sean: "Whattttt??? I'm just trying to talk cute like you! So we can both talk cute together!"
Yeah, umm, you don't even know how to talk cute like me. That's not how you do it and that's gross.