If I had a newly adopted baby who by all reports is getting over a serious illness AND I was a celebrity who knew papparrazzi (sp?) were following me everywhere, I probably would not take that delicate (and precious!!) little baby to the mall for a photo op while the guy who I keep denying is my boyfriend rides a motorcyle around outside in all his bleached blonde obvious glory. Silly me, I would probably keep the baby somewhere a little less scary and a little more private until she adapts to her surroundings more. But then again, I would also never carry Billy Bob's name on my arm and blood around my neck - and my brother and I, while loving each other, were never IN LOVE with each other.