Lil' shady! Eminem's grandson Elliot looks adorable dressed up as rapper by mom Hailie Jade
The 52-year-old rap legend - who originally wanted to become a comic book artist - first debuted the Robin-inspired costume in his Grammy-winning music video for Without Me in 2002.
As recent as last year, Eminem (born Marshall Mathers III) reprised the masked character in his Houdini music video.
Since June 13, the 15-time Grammy winner has been promoting his $35 Shady Baby 'Rapboy Baby Onesie,' which is currently available for pre-order on his official merchandise website.
'The grandfather is grandfathering!' Instagram user @chrafaela commented at the time.
'You know his grandson inspired this,' Instagram user @enrique_1sh0t agreed.
It was Eminem who announced the impending birth of the 29-year-old nepo baby's first child by proudly holding up an ultrasound snap in his 2024 music video for Temporary (feat. Skylar Grey).
Detroit-based Hailie gave little Elliot the middle name Marshall in honor of her famous father's first name.
'Over time, I've come to understand the struggle my father faced — wanting to protect our privacy while also feeling proud and wanting to celebrate his kids,' McClintock (born Mathers) told People on June 26.
'I feel the same way now. I want to share the proud, joyful moments that mean a lot to me, especially as a parent, but I'm also intentional about keeping certain parts of our lives just for us.'
The Just a Little Reno star 'can't imagine doing any of it without' her husband of 14 months - Scout director of sales Evan McClintock - whom she originally began dating in 2016.
Hailie - who boasts 6.9M Instagram/TikTok followers - hosts a podcast called Just a Little Shady and she's every bit the influencer with paid partnerships for brands like Revlon, NutriBullet, and Watersquare Residencies.
In 2021, McClintock's mother Kimberly Scott was rushed to the hospital after 'taking a bunch of pills' and 'cutting herself' the day after her own mother Kathleen Sluck's funeral.
Since June 13, the 15-time Grammy winner has been promoting his $35 Shady Baby 'Rapboy Baby Onesie,' which is currently available for pre-order on his official merchandise website
It was the troubled 50-year-old's second suicide attempt after intentionally driving her Cadillac Escalade into a telephone pole back in 2015.
Eminem famously divorced his Lincoln High School sweetheart twice, in 2001 and 2006, after less than three years of marriage.
The Oscar-winning songwriter also adopted Kim's nonbinary 23-year-old child Stevie Laine as well as her late sister Dawn's 32-year-old daughter Alaina.
Steven Leckart's fully-authorized documentary Stans - hitting theaters worldwide August 7-10 - centers on Eminem's relationship to his superfans affectionately nicknamed after his 2000 track Stan.
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