Those of you who know me well enough probably already know this story, but it's one of my favorites.
I've been told that Matthew loved me quite a bit when I was a baby, but in my first memories of him he was not my biggest fan, as can be seen in what I've come to refer to as "The Guinea Pig Incident."
When I was about four and Matt was eightish, he had two guinea pigs. He named them Tony and Linda, after our parents. These names proved appropriate because Tony and Linda developed a rodent romance and eventually became proud piggy parents.
My parents let Matthew keep two of the babies, and with that, their family became a little, stinky, furry version of ours. He named one of the babies Matt-- makes sense. The other? Fluffy.
Tony, Linda, Matt, and Fluffy. One happy family.
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