“Good afternoon your Honors, may it please the court, my name is Reluctant Grownup and I will be representing the appellant today. Please excuse the applesauce on my right boob; after perfecting my professional maternity outfit this morning, which included getting out the iron for probably the tenth time in my son’s two years of life (wrinkles are tres chic), I picked up said two-year-old to give him a hug good-bye and discovered he’d been rather enthusiastic with his breakfast. And I am way too pregnant to face ironing something else to wear. So pretend you don’t see it, and now shall we move on to my case?”
Growing old gracelessly.
