The Real Reason Of Why We Have Names

Characters:
L*: oldest sister, 20 years old and bright-eyed.
M!: youngest brother, 8 years old and with a wide grin.

Scene:
M! is proudly showing L* his new toys, thirty-six dinasours gathered in a circle on the floor of his bedroom.

L*: Oh, my! Aren't they cool! What are their names?
M!: Huh... I don't know. They don't have a name... *puzzled look*
L*: They don't have a name?! But then how can people call them to lunch? *Worried look*
M!: *Even more puzzled face*
L*: But you don't want them to starve...! Poor things. Imagine, thirty-six dinasours starved to death...!

Half-whispered note: this is based on reality... exactly my sister-and-brother's conversation five minutes ago.