When will she be able to feed herself like a normal human being?
When will she learn to quit playing with the DVDs?
When will she be able to go potty without crying out “mom, I’m done!”
When will she get up by herself, feed herself breakfast and let me sleep?
When will she be out of her car seat and able to buckle up like normal?
When will she learn to not throw tantrums when she doesn’t get her way?
When will she play nicely with her cousin?
When will she go to school, so I can have some time to myself?
When will she quit whining?
When will she grow up?
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When will she stop giving me sweet hugs?
When will she stop showing me off to her friends so proudly?
When we she stop coming to me when she’s sad and hurt?
When we say stop saying, “mom, will you snuggle with me?”
When will I stop being her best friend?
When will she stop thinking of me as a super-hero?
When will Daddy stop being her handsome prince?
When will she stop dressing up like a princess and dancing in the kitchen?
When will it be uncool to give me kisses?
When will it be hard for her to say I love you?
When will she grow up?
