You know the type, the ones you midly loathed when your kids were younger.
The ones who used to smile sympathetically when you told them of some worry and they would say, 'They will soon grow out of it'.
Or 'Don't worry, they grow up so soon'
I am, and so sometimes mildly loath myself when I catch myself saying to some poor bloody woman who hasn't slept in days, 'Oh once they start to crawl they start to sleep better'. And I see that flash in her eyes that says 'Bitch', and who can blame her!