Matthew has a friend he talks about a lot. His name is Bad Matthew. His bad Matthew friend likes to push the fire alarm button in the elevator. His bad Matthew friend just eats candy. Bad Matthew's mom thinks it's funny when Bad Matthew does naughty stuff.
I asked Matthew some more about his friend today.
He's a kid about Sean's size. He has crunchy hair (which means it's long) because his mom never cuts it. And his hair is pink. He's 4 years old and he lives in Washington so we can go to his house. He's nice to us and he's bad to us too because he ties us up. His eyes are pink and red. His other eye has an ouchy. His mom put a bandaid on it with medicine and he winks. He likes to eat rice milk.
It cracks me up when Matthew gets an old phone to call his Bad Matthew friend because he'll push the buttons and then say "Hi Baddy!"
I was remembering that Sean had an imaginary friend he called Jon Brady. I looked up that post and he was about the same age that Matthew is now. I wonder how long Bad Matthew will stick around. I hope his poor choices don't rub off on my sweet Matthew.
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