“You’re not a grown-up,” my 2-year-old says, gravely. “You’re a mama.”

Hmmm. She’s right. I do seem to have regressed socially and intellectually since I had Kid No.1 four years ago. I no longer have the attention span to read anything over 100 pages. I yawn like a kitten if I’m still out after 10pm. And we haven’t even mentioned the daily candy cravings.

But there’s one thing I’m not doing…yet….and that’s to start dressing in little girl clothes.

You know the women I’m talking about. They’re everywhere. The moms in the flouncy knee-length skirts. With hair pulled in two bunches, the way they wore it at least two - more like three - decades ago. Some actually look cute. But mama mia - what are they thinking?

The closest I’ve got is buying black leggings in a fit of nostalgia at the return of that 80’s fashion staple. They reminded me of my teenage years. But two months after the splurge - a Simply Vera sale at Kohl’s! - they sit, still in their cardboard band, in my closet.

No, I haven’t got a link to a smart analysis in the New York Times style section for you. Or any sage fashion advice from our own newly resuscitated Variety section. But I wish I did.

Cribsheeters? Are you dressing like your preschooler?

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