The Things Bob Says

Case 1:

Bob got bags cut. She looks ridiculously cute.

We went to Bahrain at 7am to get to the Pakistani Embassy (2nd day in a row) and Bob had to come because she needed a whip and handcuffs and you can only get those items at a specialty store in Bahrain. (Ok - so she didn't need a whip and handcuffs - she needed a whip and chest gaurd. She's starting to jump Nahran, her horse - and apparently every horse jumper needs a whip and chest guard. With 3 older siblings who love her so much and enjoy teasing her, you can imagine how we jumped all over her need for a whip. And at such a tender age, too).

She may have fallen asleep in the back seat, and I woke her up when we got to the embassy around 8:30am. She sat up, and proceeded to move her hair out of her face. At which point she frantically began to yell, "MY SHORT HAIRS!! NINNIE, MY SHORT HAIRS!!" while groping her face trying to locate her "short hairs". Eventually she found her bangs, and Taylor and I laughed so hard we cried. Well, almost.

Case 2:

We (Bob, Taylor, Camree and I) are driving in the car, and this guy goes by in a black Audi with a sunroof. Taylor goes, "you can tell that guy is a total tool." We ask why, and he says, "look at him. In his Audi with the sunroof down. Big sunglasses, speeding along. You can just tell."

Bobbie chimes in from the backseat, "how do you know what his stomach looks like?"

Oh man, we died over that one.

I love that girl.