We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
Surely he'd talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of "everything will be different next year."
You keep waiting for an adultier adult to run in and say, "Ladies and gentlemen, this person is a liar!"