In Worst Lapse Of Parental Judgement Ever, Kelsey Grammer Takes 3-Month-Old To Party At Playboy Mansion
Immediately after the birth of Â a new baby you start to realize all of the things you can no longer do because you are tethered to a little being that needs something from you 24-hours a day. It can be sobering and sometimes even a little depressing – but you deal with it, because it comes with the territory. For example, if you can’t find a babysitter for your infant the night of the Playboy Mansion Halloween party, you stay home. Yes you are bummed about it, because it’s probably going to be a great party – but you skip it. Because you are a parent. With an infant. Right?
Kelsey Grammer disagrees. He and his wife think the Playboy Mansion is a totally fine place for a three-month-old. TMZ just happened to be there, too, so there is photographic evidence. They report that the couple was there until well past midnight, as music blared and people were doing what people do at Playboy parties. I have no idea what that is – but I think it’s safe to assume it’s not a whole lot like Chuck E. Cheese.
I’m trying to think of a good reason to bring an infant to a party like this, and for the life of me I can’t. But Kelsey and wife Kayte have an excuse. From iol.com:
Defending his decision to bring his daughter to Wednesday nightâ€™s party, Mr Grammer said: â€œKayte is breast-feeding and we do not have a nanny or a trusted babysitter at this time, so Faith goes everywhere with us.
â€œThe baby slept as her ears were covered the entire time and we left shortly after midnight. We love our child. Kayte is my wife and lady love.â€
Apparently the duo has never heard of a breast pump.
I’d rather chew off my own foot than attend a party at the Playboy Mansion. I’d surely have to lose 30 pounds and buy some slutty costume. Frankly, I’d rather spend the night with my newborn and breast pump – so I really can’t understand why this party couldn’t be missed. Once again, it seems the rich and famous can get away with anything. If this was some un-famous, un-wealthy couple bringing their infant to a midnight block party, someone probably would have called Child Protective Services.
Ahh, the perks of celebrity.