Katie Holmes took Suri Cruise shopping for dolls and/or doll-related crap at the American Girl store, and Suri gave a special sort of hello.  Either lil Suri has had it up to here with the paparazzi, or she has a preternaturally adult understanding of how creepy dolls are with their glassy eyes that are always staring at you and following you around the room and WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME, DOLL, WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM?

Suri knows what I’m talkin’ about.  Here she is, flippin’ the bird, telling the dolls and the paparazzi and probably all the rest of us to fuck right off:

Tom Cruise and counterpart Katie Holmes treated Suri (oh yeah and Connor too–but who cares about him, right?) to a magical Valentine’s Day at Walt Disney World. It’s always great fun to escape one fanciful reality for another one, I always say. Disneyland will do for the Cruises until Xenuland is done. There’ll be all sorts of out-of-this-world attractions, like the Body Thetan Blaster, where you can blast those pesky clustering alien spirits, the Audacious Auditor, where your head is harnessed up to a helmet and then blasted with 50,000 volts (it’s a LOT more fun than it sounds) and simultaneously poked with a cattle prod up your rectum, and don’t let’s forget about the hourly showings of the Space Opera, where you can see for yourself just how thetans got trapped in a meat body! Regular amusement park fare will be served, along with more exotic delicacies, like deep-fried placenta on a stick! Mmm, I can smell it now!

Hello, my little elves!  It’s Sarah today.  How were your holidays?  Mine were excellent; I only got arrested twice (just once if you only count felonies).

So anyway, you know how Tom Cruise has been on a crazycakes bender since… uhh, ever?  And remember how he’s systematically drained wife Katie Holmes of any semblance of personality or youthful vigor, and in three short years has turned her from a cutie-pie to a cold-sore-riddled, worn-out scarecrow?  And of course, there’s the fact that Suri’s a socially maladjusted weirdo in the making because she has no friends?

Well, it seems none of that constitutes failure on a level spectacular enough for Tom Cruise.  He told the Sun UK that he wants ten children:

When it comes to large celebrity families, the Brangelina clan’s score of six kids is tough to beat.

Cruise, though, reveals that he would like to have TEN.

In an exclusive interview with The Sun, the Hollywood superstar talks about how he loves being a father and why the 16-year age gap with his third wife Katie Holmes is not a problem.

Tom grins: “I want ten children. I love kids. I feel really fortunate to have the teenagers and a two and a half-year-old. It’s a great dynamic.”

Trim and remarkably young looking for a man in his mid-forties, Tom reckons he is more than able to keep up with his young wife. Commenting on the age gap, he says: “If I’m worried about anything, it’s if she can keep up with me. I’m very active.”

Jesus Christ, he’s gonna wring poor Katie dry with this mission to turn her into an incubator for Xenu.  She’s already kinda broken with just the one kid right now.  Look, here she is dressed in ill-fitting shorts and stirrup tights in NYC in the middle of winter:

There’s something different about Suri Cruise! Can you guess what it is? Hint: it’s not new batteries. Nine MSN says

The two-year-old, out and about with parents Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, sported a decidedly lighter mop in Manhattan yesterday. [Has she been subjected] to highlights at age two? [Or did] some fun in the sun [result] in her sun-kissed new locks?

Hair lightened by the sun gets lighter along the hairline and crown, not a uniform three-shades-lighter color all over. Not to mention that Suri hasn’t been photographed outside since her second birthday. You don’t go from “Swiper, No Swiping Mocha” to “L. Ron Hubbard Chai Latte” without the aid of ammonia and peroxide. Unless you upgraded your old Suri to the newer 270-degree swivel action model with character-dedicated accessories and multiple points of articulation. Then the new hair color makes total sense.

The brain-washing seems to have begun to wear off, because rumor has that Katie Holmes is planning her escape from husband Tom Cruise with a move to Manhattan for a role on Broadway. A source tells Star

“She desperately needs to be on her own for a while, but there’s no way Tom is going to let her take Suri away. There’s no way he’ll allow it. He just doesn’t want Katie — or Suri — out of his sight for long. He told her that if she goes to New York, fine, but he goes with her. Tom wants to call all the shots when it comes to Suri. He has a lot of rules, and there’s conflict.”

Katie’s best bet is to turn all the soup cans in the pantry with the labels facing different directions and mess up the bath towels on the rack, then run like hell while he’s busy rearranging. I saw a movie once where that worked like a charm. Or something like that.

Head down, short hair:

Princess Di biographer Andrew Morton has another tell-all book about to hit the presses, and this one targets Hollywood-Heartthrob-Turned-Scientology-Overlord Tom Cruise. Morton makes several shocking allegations against the star, namely (via the NY Daily News)

Cruise, 45, is second-highest leader in his controversial Church of Scientology, and… 20-month-old [daughter] Suri may have secretly been fathered by late church founder L. Ron Hubbard. Fanatical Scientology insiders wonder if third wife Katie Holmes “had been impregnated with Hubbard’s frozen sperm. In her more reflective moments, Katie might have felt as if she were in the middle of a real-life version of the horror movie ‘Rosemary’s Baby,’ in which an unsuspecting young woman is impregnated with the Devil’s child.”

I imagine the time for “reflective moments” came when she found herself waking in a metal tube without her short term memory or her original hair. That’s a scary fucking couple of minutes, believe you me. Nobody’d cut my hair and I didn’t wake up in a metal tube, exactly, but there was this one time I came to beneath a willowy gray figure staring down with silver eyes and a mouth that spoke without moving. I couldn’t remember anything past four o’clock the day before and I had a distant feeling that I had once been wearing pants and not bleeding from the anus. Luckily, the alien turned out just to be a parking meter and I hadn’t been inseminated with anybody’s demon seed. I’d just taken a bunch of Klonopin and passed out near Broad and 4th. See, you can’t make babies in the butt! Science is almost always on my side.

Katie shopping with the devil child on her birthday: