I think Pioneer Woman and I are long lost sisters. This sounds like something I would say to Pookie!

"Oh, we love him so very, very much. He’s the Pookie Sunshine of our lives.
I’m sorry. I realize this “Pookie” language has the potential of being highly annoying. But “Pookie” just comes out when Bruiser is around, no matter how much I try to control the Pookiness. I’m powerless to stop the Pookiness. I’m Pookie Powerless, I tell you. There’s never been a Pookier Pookie on the planet. "

Here is her Pookie:

And here is mine!