When my brother and I were kids, we played endlessly with our Smurf figures. It didn’t matter that each character had a given name; we liked to assign individual ones ourselves. Brainy Smurf became Bookie (because he was book-smart, naturally), Smurfette was Girly and Papa Smurf was Santa (the red suit is a dead-giveaway). We had a blast because we were able to name and take our Smurfs on our own adventures…kind of like how I feel today as a mom with my kids. Not exactly, but I still enjoy making up silly names for my kids and taking them places. I recently noticed that my 7-year-old may have inherited this crazy (let’s call it “unique”) gene herself. She has taken to giving code names [&hellip