Can I say this sort of thing?

Camille and I are currently observing the same bedroom rules as the Flintstones, i.e. separate beds. This is because Camille can't sleep on a regular bed because her body won't allow it. She sleeps in an overstuffed recliner next to the bed.

This morning, before Jack woke up, we were shooting the breeze and she suggested that we snuggle because that's something we rarely get to do. The conversation went like this:

Camille: Hey, let's snuggle.
Carl: If you think I'm going to climb into that chair with you, you're sorely mistaken.
Camille: You big baby.
Carl: You're the one that's big with baby.

I don't often get to win in debates, but I won that round.