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Stars and Sandboxes

2010 July 22

“You won’t believe what happened at the park,” my nanny bellowed as she came in the door yesterday at lunch, a sweaty and sandy Little D in tow.

“That guy, from TV, was there with his kids, and there were paparazzi everywhere taking his picture. Little D was playing on the swing right next to them, and they were taking so many pictures…you are going to make MONEY!”

Apparently, in Iran, where she is from, if you’re caught in the background of a paparazzi shot, they send you a check in the mail.

Turns out, “the guy from TV” was Liev Schreiber, trying to enjoy some much-needed downtime with his white-blonde little boys in a fairly run-of-the-mill, though often crowded so a weird choice for a celebrity, Westside park.

I mentioned the sighting in passing to my mother when she called to check in. “Ooh, his boys are SO CUTE!” she exclaimed, insinuating that maybe, just maybe, Little D might have made a connection. And maybe, just maybe, Naomi Watts might someday become a playdate mom. Or extended family. And maybe, just maybe, that would mean Nicole Kidman would be coming over for 4th of July BBQs once in a while.


Next stop was Little D’s room, to help her get ready for naptime.

“So, how was the park today?”

“Good. That guy from TV was there, and there were all these paparazzi everywhere.” (Yes, she said paparazzi perfectly. Yes, she is 3)

“Oh, was that annoying? What was the guy doing?”

“It wasn’t annoying, it was funny. He was just playing with his sons, trying to push them on the swing. Then they played in the sand next to me. Then I ate my banana.” Pause. “Can I have some milk?”

She looked back to her book about giraffes, seemingly unaffected by the whole thing.

I don’t want Little D to fall into the trap of her nanny, grandmother, and countless others, becoming captivated and mesmerized by celebrity at the ripe old age of 3. I want her to think those little blonde boys deserve peace and quiet in the park, just as she and her little friends do. And that their dad is just the same as her dad (give or take a million or two).

Phew, we emerged unscathed and unaffected. Another LA milestone, come and gone. No signs of long-term damage. No signs of fascination. No asking about the check in the mail.

Now all I had to do was email my friend who works at People…

I mean, seriously, if a paparazzi shot comes to her with Little D in the background, how could I NOT get a copy?? For my mom, of course 😉

Liev with his boys. No sign of Little D. Gonna have to keep saving for that college tuition.

One Response leave one →
  1. May 7, 2011

    At last! Someone who undesrtnads! Thanks for posting!

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