For those of you that don’t have children, I didn’t think I’d be dressing like my daughter either. In fact, there’s a whole slew of things that fall into the category of “I didn’t think I’d do that”. Running out of the shower toward my daughter’s crib, soaking wet, naked at the sound of her cry, for one. Yes, that happened. But, to be fair, it was a blood-curdling scream.
Motherhood changes you, my friends. Exhibit A: Matching mother-daughter outfits.