" In spite of his position, she dared to turn and give him a very disappointed, disapproving glare. “I don’t understand why an intelligent guy like you needs to act like such big baby.”
“I am big, and women call me Baby all the time. They call me God a lot, too.” He smirked.
“You’re only building my case, you big baby.”
“I am nawt a baby.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are.”
“Not.”
She rolled her eyes and tossed the roll of toilet paper to him. "

― S. Jackson Rivera , Wet: Part One (Wet Part, #1)