Pete Wentz is shooting down rumors that he and Ashlee Simpson will be selling baby photos of Bronx Mowgli to the highest bidder. On his blog A Homeboy’s Life, Pete discusses their rationale for not selling photos before slipping into the usual “God, it’s so tough being famous” diatribe:
About baby pics gossip: truth is like every celeb couple we were offered
mounds and mounds of money by mags from here to Guam to pimp out the baby. We just don’t want to go down that road with him.
We are not placing judgment on those that do as they often use the money in a very charitable way. However, we have made the decision to not sell Bronx’s baby pictures right now. We understand that like other celebrities have said, “there is a bounty on our heads” for these pictures. There is a danger when there are cameras being held over walls and into our backyard. We are followed day and night and that was fine when it was us but we are going to do our best to shelter Bronx from that as much as possible. Its scary to be followed by 10 cars to your home. We understand the curiosity, just not the viciousness that comes along with it when it becomes so insatiable. We know there will be a time when we’ll share him with everyone because that insatiable curiousity becomes unsafe or simply because we’re proud parents who want to show him off! We know our fans support and care about us and want to know about our family and we’ve always been straight up and open with those who care about us most, so at some time, when it makes sense, Bronx will be out in the world.
In the meantime, we’d like to say thank you to those who have allowed us relative privacy in letting us just be a family for now – and to enjoy all the happiness he’s brought us.
ps trust me he’s cute. he looks like his mommy.
JOE SIMPSON: Pete, I’ve got this baby thing all figured out.
PETE: Let’s hear it, big guy.
JOE: Okay, try and follow me, we use Jessica’s giant breasts as a sort of ‘paparazzi shield.’
PETE: Ha ha. Gross.
JOE: Then, if that doesn’t work, Ashlee will take out hers.
JOE: Finally, as a desperate measure, I’ll start spraying them with whipped cream and chocolate sauce.
PETE: You’re making my penis cry.