Second story. When Megan was probably oh, 4 months old, Chad was carrying her around the house and showing her things. He took her into the guest room and was showing her her reflection in the mirror when I happened to walk by and overhear this conversation:
Chad: "Look at the little girl, she's got your same outfit on! That's your twin sister. Her name is Bacon."
Katy: (I could not help interjecting at this point) "Did you just say her twin's name was Bacon?"
Chad: "Yeah, it's the only thing I could come up with that rhymes with Megan."
Katy: "Bacon does not rhyme with Megan"
Chad: "Well, (long pause), it would in a song."
At this point, I made a few comments about how we occasionally eat bacon and doesn't that seem weird and then, I left the room shaking my head...