He didn’t really understand it. Age regression. It was a coping mechanism you used. When you tried to explain it to him it felt like the most confusing thing in the world.

But, as your boyfriend, he would try to help you with this coping mechanism.

So here you are, pacifier in your mouth, watching cartoons, cuddling Karube. Your sippy cup was on the nightstand.

“You comfy, bub?”