Baby joy! Hey, everybody, look! Babies! Don't you just love baaaaaabies! We love babies! Babies babies babies! . . . Oh man, sorry about that. We forgot for a second that we don't work for People magazine. And really, we don't give a shit about babies. At least not when they're just sitting there doing nothing. If this picture captured one of those clunkily monikered tots spewing strained peas onto Sarah Jessica Parker's mane, that we would be into. But fluff mags just don't have the balls to print what's real, man. Anywhat, looking at SJP and Matthew Broderick and their easily forgotten son staring at one of those newly hatched chickadees and completely ignoring the other one (seriously, it looks like Matt's just about to drop her on her head) has us thinking. Those two regularly refer to their son by first and middle name, tabloid style. "James Wilke, time for bed." "James Wilke, Mommy saved a special piece of sugarcane for your dessert." Will they do the same with the twins? "Marion Loretta Elwell, did you finish your homework?" "Tabitha Hodge, can you help Daddy trim his sideburns?"
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"Babies, babies, babies!" Isn't that what Mick Jagger said to the crowd at Altamont to try to calm them down before the Hell's Angels killed a man and beat on Marty Ballard?