I have nothing personal against Tara Reid. I'm sure that she's a very nice person. I'm even willing to entertain the possibility that one cannot, in fact, hear the sound of the wind rushing through a tiny, empty tunnel between her ears when one stands next to her. Still, I cannot imagine any circumstance under which I would give her the responsibility of caring for my child. (Not even to cross the street. One never knows when her top might fall off, causing multiple car crashes and a lifetime of therapy for the kid.)
So I don't know who left this particular child alone with Tara in the streets of Los Angeles. I can only assume that it was someone so desperate for a babysitter that they took the first twenty-something D-lister that they could find. At least I hope so. 'Cuz if Kitson is now selling children (Buy a child to match your shoes! It's the latest thing!), that's just wrong.
