When will .....
my boy no longer snuggle and sit in my lap?
my girl no longer consider me her "best mama"?
my boy no longer say "cheesegurber"?
my girl not want to sleep with me?
my boy no longer need a healing kiss when he hurts himself?
my girl not whisper "I love you, Mama" in her sleep?
my boy no longer proudly and excitedly introduce me to his friends at school?
my girl stop calling our Mexican panederia "that churro place"?
my boy no longer delight at life's promise that is in a simple tree seed?
my girl discover that not all little girls love lizards and snakes?
my boy stop pretending our car is a submarine?
my girl realize being a princess is, in reality, a depressing occupation?
my boy not want dinosaurs on his underwear?
my girl begin stealing my makeup? my clothes? my booze?
my boy need to shave?
my girl be indoctrinated into the horrors of body wax?
my boy realize I actually have very few answers?
my girl figure out I have no fashion sense?
Actually, forget it. Don't tell me when, after all.