Like I don't have enough names to remember

This is Maya's bed.  I wish I could say it's a random collection of stuffed animals that were just casually thrown here during playtime.  Alas, I cannot.  These are fifteen of the most important beings in my house.  They each have a name, a personality, and an assigned role.  Let me just say this, I often have to go through at least two names before I get the right one FOR MY CHILDREN.  But, let me call out the wrong name of a "friend" and I may as well have slapped Maya in the face.

There's Betty, the brown rabbit.  She's often a good girl, but has been known to be quite rude to Bobo.
Bobo is the brown monkey and a very good boy.
Rita is the darker brown rabbit who mostly keeps to herself.
Lizzie the snow leopard is simply a trouble maker who often finds herself in the corner. (Who knows where that comes from... I'm not a corner-user.)
Little Lamb is the black sheep *ahem* of the family... often ignored and thrown behind the bed.
Baby is the sole human-form, she's the oldest of the group and has been used as a pillow by the young'uns on more than one occasion.
Brandon is the only boy bear, and he's quite the player.  He's worked his way through all the girls, marrying them and leaving them for the next hot new thing.  (typical)
Tito, the sea turtle, is my personal favorite.  However, despite his name, he apparently had a baby...
Tito Too, or "too" for short is the current favorite.  He gets to sleep in the bed almost every night.
Pinky, the pink bear, is a quiet girl who gets picked on quite a bit.
Lumpy, the elephant, doesn't seem to mind being dragged around by her trunk everywhere she goes.
Pete, the brown dog, is often beaten up by the others. 
Quackers, the duck, is quite bossy to the big animals.  (size doesn't matter much in this house)
Doggie, the white dog is the one Maya always turns to when she's really having a bad day.
Finally, Mama Moose, stays on the floor, guarding against strays.

Why do I feel the need to introduce these friends?  Well, partly to memorialize the one time I actually remembered all of the names.  And, partly to show that mothers are an unending source of information.  Ask any real mother what her child's favorite thing in the world is - they'll know it.

My girls favorite colors?  Silver, Purple, Pink
Favorite food?  Nachos, Flautas, Chicken Enchiladas
Favorite thing to do?  Draw, Play outside, Sing & Dance
Favorite song?  Anything by Taylor Swift for Sofia & Eva, "Cooler than Me" for Maya

That's what mothers do.  We take note.  So, when Maya begs me to go to the Build-A-Bear store, I know we're leaving with a new friend.  And, a new personality I have to memorize.  Because it matters to her.  And, nothing matters more to this mama than showing my girls how much they matter.