You don't see six men frantically washing my windows the hour before Travis's party so they would sparkle for the cameras. You don't see eighteen six- and seven-year-olds taking turns dancing on the table to the Black Eyed Peas. (Bravo didn't have the rights to the songs.) I wonder where Travis developed that propensity? You also can't see the most raucous squirt gun, silly string fight involving numerous parents, cameramen, sound men, crew members and children (think Charlie Chaplin and pies) obliterating any sparkle on the aforementioned windows. The cameras missed the disappointment in Travis's eyes when he realized the crew could not film at Disneyland or the go-cart place. They also missed the illuminating smile on Travis's wet, silly string-covered face at the end of his backyard party.
You don't see that with Lauri the crew waited at the courthouse for many hours. They discussed their discontented teen years and decided their indiscretions were far worse and more experimental than Josh's. They just were never caught. We really like these guys so I won't give the details. Maybe we could blackmail them for something, hmmmm.
You don't see Lauri explaining to Ashley that when you make up a reason about missing work, pick one and stick to it. Three separate reasons is a bit suspect. You also don't see Ashley realizing that 90% of what she owned was in her repossessed car: clothes, jewelry, loan documents — which she needed to reclaim the car, her stereo and cds, her favorite lipstick, the current car payment in an unstamped envelope, everything but the dog. Then you don't see Lauri paying a large sum of money to retrieve Ashley's car therefore solving any babysitting dilemmas for the next year. Also, Lauri really does handle all of these hurdles with grace. She doesn't ever scream, screech or yell.