The Sunday I got back from Dubai, beat-up and jetlagged, I sat on the couch and zoned out to TV all day (actually, I've been doing that practically every non-working moment for weeks). I didn't even want to watch Cry Baby (or The Beaver and Loch Ness and Hall Pass today) but couldn't be bothered to explore. It's really just background noise and bright blur while using my computer. And the movie was almost over. I nearly jumped, though, when I heard Johnny Depp saying "That's Mr. Baby to you."
I'd just seen a store called Mr. Baby a few days earlier.
A lot of Arabic pop songs say "habibi." That's sort of like "my baby." No misters, though.