I'll tell you how we met; we both were in the hospital for various reasons. I was two and he was one. I had just escaped from the doctors and ended up in the kitchen. I heard something fall. I turned to see a spoon on the ground. I looked up and there he was, sitting on the counter with a pot on his head eating out of a carton of rocky road ice cream. Suddenly, we heard shouting coming from outside the doors. I climbed up beside him and armed myself with some the silverware he had scattered across the counter. As the doctors and nurses ran in, we threw the spoons at them, and they ran away. We were two mischievous peas in a pod... and we were good liars too...