“You have horseys on your sweater,” my grown husband said to me. (I don’t have a husband who isn’t grown. I just want to emphasize that he was an adult using the world “horsey” when speaking to another adult.)
“No, I don’t.” I glared at him.
“Sorry. You have unicorns on your sweater,” he corrected himself.
“Yes. Horses are for children. Unicorns are for grown-ups,” I told him.