No, Kendra is not declaring on the cover of OK! Magazine that she had a miscarriage. Kendra is also not admitting to OK! Magazine that she misplaced her baby while changing his diaper and talking on the phone at the same time (Note to Kendra: Multitasking is for professionals). When you turn the cover of OK! Magazine, the first two pages read in giant letters: SYKE!!!!! The “tragic news” is that Kendra has sent her baby Hank to live with her husband in Minnesota for a while and now she’s lonely in her great big California mansion.
Fucking with your emotions: OK! knows how to do it.
Is really that slow of a gossip week that Kendra and OK! had to try to resuscitate your blackened heart with this sob story that isn’t even a sob story. I mean, this is the opposite of tragic. Baby Hank is no longer exposed to his mother’s “Woody Woodpecker getting ass fucked by the Energizer Bunny” laugh. That is HAPPY NEWS! Wasn’t there something else OK! could’ve put on their cover instead? Like the woman busting her ass on local TV? That’s newsworthy! Or that Yoko Ono might secretly be a World of Warcraft Monster? That’s newsworthy too! Eh, I guess it could’ve been worse. They could’ve put a Kardashian on the cover.