(My wife and I have a tendency to use baby-talk with each other when no one else is around. We are lying in bed.)

Wife: “So, what should we have for dinner?”

Me: *kissy face* “Oh, maybe some leftie-over-ies.”

Wife: *bolts upright* “What?”

Me: *incredulous* “What did I say?”

Wife: *laughs* “We are not going to eat my ovaries!”

Me: “I said leftovers.”

Wife: “You said ovaries. Actually, my left ovary.”

Me: *shrugs* “I guess I did.” *pokes her side* “Well, give it to me then.”