This ain't fair.
Mommy and Daddy, they're done growing. They've stopped. They don't have to deal with their bones enlarging. Or their skin stretching. Or their whole frame expanding.
No, they can just lay there in their beds, comfortable in their own bodies, and wonder what the heck is going on with me, and why I'm crying with so much pain.
No, Mommy, I don't have gas.
No, Daddy, there's no poop down there.
And no, Mommy, I don't want your boob right now.
I just want this growing stage to stop.
Make it stop!
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