Meet Bob

This is Bob.  I am not entirely certain when or how he appeared (though I think it has something to do with a strange dialogue Adam picked up from a carpool buddy last year), but he has become as much a part of our lives as Dylan himself.

When it rains, Bob gets wet.

When Dylan gets a treat, Bob holds it while Dylan eats.

We receive frequent updates daily regarding Bob's comfort and emotional well-being.

In fact, it's kind of like having a kid with an imaginary friend, except with the adorable benefit of a grubby-handed representation.

This morning, I was mentally scripting my life as a Facebook status (that happens more frequently than I would like to admit), when I thought to post the following.

"Things that make me happy: doing Pilates with my two little boys."

But then I realized how awesome my Eminem station on Pandora was treating me, and I thought to amend it.

"Things that make me happy: blasting Eminem through my headphones while doing Pilates with my two little boys."

And just as I had settled on the new and improved verbage, I glanced at Dylan.  Who was no longer participating in the leg lifts.  Instead, Bob was mimicking the motions as well as could be expected from a hand.

And I thought, "Things that make me happy: blasting Eminem through my headphones while doing Pilates with my two little boys and a hand named Bob."

But that just sounded weird.