When you have a baby, a chocolate wrapper’s platitudinous advice must be read in a new light. Instead of tempting you to indulge, it just mocks you, taunts you.
I think I must save this wrapper until my oldest child is five or so.
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As the father of three, I think you’d better say, “…until my youngest child is five or so.”