Look, I don't want to keep ragging on Britney Spears' parenting skills, but really. Should we really trust anyone who doesn't believe in car seats, panties, or staying home at least one night a week with her children to put hats and sunscreen on her babies?

I know, I know - there could be sunscreen on those kids. I can't prove that there isn't sunscreen on those kids. I will, however, simply point out the following: bitch is dressed like a cavewoman (which, seeing as she's dating a caveman, maybe isn't all that astonishing) and sporting a hideous black weave. She's either preparing for a "roll" in The Flintstones: The Musical! or this is just so much more evidence that she lacks anything that even smells like good judgment.

I sure hope that the nannies have stocked up on aloe vera.