It took me a few blinks to figure out that this is 2-year-old Vivienne and not a shrunken Shiloh in the arms of St. Angie (that’s going to be the name of Sarah McLachlan’s follow-up to that “Arms of an Angel” song) at an airport in New Orleans yesterday. It didn’t take me that long to figure out, because Vivi is obviously trying to figure out if she left her halo on their flying saint mobile and we all know that Shiloh’s halo has already melted into a puddle of celestial locks on her head.
Seriously, Knox, Shiloh and Vivi could easily star in an all-chipmunk production of a musical based on the life of The Del Rubio Triplets, because they have the same face as each other! And because their pores naturally secrete sequins on command like The Del Rubio Triplets. Speaking of Shiloh, I don’t know where she is in these pictures. My guess is that she’s hiding in that bag.
And it would be illegal and unholy of me to exit this post without mentioning the side-eye action Maddox is throwing at somebody I don’t evny. A side-eye that makes Jennifer Aniston reach for her Precious Moments hanging cross.