As long as I’ve had my own child in my arms I’ve been hearing some version of the line from adults my parents’ age (thankfully never from my parents): “Enjoy it while it lasts, sweetie, it’ll be over before you know it.”
Laying aside the fact that I was none of these people’s “sweetie,” the line always bugged me. I had several ready (rude?) responses:
“If they stopped, well, wouldn’t that be worse?”
“Every stage has things you’re glad to get away from too.” Continue reading