The super cute, super stylish Braddox (no socks and sandals on this monster!) were spotted in Times Square yesterday, at the family themed restaurant Mars 2112. Mad and his dad, his supa-fly-dad-about-town-uniform securely, but artfully, attached, walked into the space-themed joint through the front door, sans entourage, and waited on line with all the other serfs, for Mad's favorite space ship ride. Patrons said they talked to, and played with, commoners, and were sweet, funny, and very loving with each other.
Hear that? That's my ovaries weeping.
With mom out gallivanting around with the nation's most well-known journalists in support of A Mighty Heart, Brad has been taking care of everything from doctor's appointments to "alone time" with his sons... it's like he's gearing up for some Father of the Year award we don't know about, or something. Dude, we get it: you're hot, you're the best dad ever, and actually look good in a fedora and Corey Haim's sunglasses. You win.
Now, could you please stop being so perfect? You're making my husband look really, really bad.
