Here’s my “sad” tale — I just traded the five-speed red BMW with the moon roof for a Honda CRV (it still has a moon roof, though).

I say things to my second-grade daughter like, “Because I said so.”

I like my sensible shoes.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my mother. But I fear I have fallen into the “I’ve Become My Mother” syndrome that I swore would never happen. And I’m scared.

Is it reversible?
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