Coco and Yoda are Nate's babies. Except when they're his little brothers. We take them for walks, read stories with them, tuck them into bed and sometimes they even accompany us to the store. Often I have to put them under my shirt and then "give birth" to them. I am required to "talk" them in a squeaky voice. A lot. This is clearly payback for all of the times I made my mom play Greatest American Hero.