An hour ago, eight-year-old Damian Hurley was a sickly sweet bit of fluff prancing about the Nice airport in a fabulous Dolce & Gabbana jacket. Now he's a bitch-faced brat giving his mother the finger, and I'm pretty sure he just became my favorite celebrity spawn of all time. You don't get named "Damian" for nothing, you know. (via Tabloid Prodigy)
