You think. Aren't babies happy? Was this really such a bad idea?
You say "I wish that you not grant any part of my next wish until the entire wish is completed."
The genie looks suspicious.
"I wish that when this wish is completed, that I become in body and mind a healthy, happy six-month old baby, and that I stay that way without growing. I wish that you think of yourself as my nursing mommy, and that you have a strong, loving, protective maternal instinct. I wish that this relationship between us last as long as possible, and that you enjoy it and try to preserve it." You hesitate, as the next words will be the last you ever speak. "Wish completed."
You fall to the floor. You are hungry. You cry, and mommy picks you up and feeds you. You are perfectly happy.