I call Anthony "darling", among other things. I also call him "pork pie, bub, doofus, sweetheart, butt head" and if he is really in trouble "Anthony Joel".
If I have had a bad day, he is greeted with a rather mono-tone;
If it has been a good day, it's a much chipper;
"Hello there my darling."
But of all the "darlings" my Anthony hears, there is one that I know brings a sense of terror when he hears it. I know because when I say it, he slowly swivels around in his chair like Dr. Claw on Inspector Gadget. The phrase that brings such fear is;
"Hey darling.....I was thinking...."
I don't think it's necessarily bad news he is expecting, it's more the huge range of possibility that could follow on from that phrase.
"....we should get rid of the sports channel"
"....I think I want to start *insert weird obsession for the month*"
"....you should do all the washing and folding now seeing as you seem to have no idea where the dirty clothes basket is!"
Or perhaps even;
"....you should get those concert tickets, you deserve it."
It's the sheer possibility that I believe ignites fear in my dear darling.
I could change this and be kind and approach such a situation differently, but I like keeping Anthony on his toes.
Sorry Pork Pie!! (I have no idea where I came up with this one??)