Willow Smith, classy as ever. (The Daily Mail described this as “larking about on the escalator.”)
I can’t even deal with Willow anymore. I saw her at a dinner the other night, back when she was trying to convince people she had a tongue ring, and I had to sit on my hands to keep from shaking her. If I’m going to withstand any more meals with her, I’m going to have to slip her a Benadryl first.