The Baby President

Brotherly love....is there anything better? Marshall has told us on many occassions that his brother is "The Baby President". There is a whole backstory and set of appropriate protocol that go along with having the baby president living in one's home. We have to use the back stairway when we are carrying Clancey because that is the secret presidential passageway, we eat in the presidential restaurant (aka, the kitchen) and the foyer is the presidential pressroom where Clancey gives speeches to all the other babies. Today Marsh informed me that he is the "Presidential Helper"...his job is to clean up the pressroom after the babies hear Clancey speak because "the babies eat popcorn in there and like to turn it upside down sometimes". Is there a way to bottle this imagination?