So his name is George! How many possibilities were there? It could have been Edward or William or Charles or Phillip, or George. I'm pretty sure neither Jeremy nor Aiden, the evident favorites of the parents of my daughters' classmates, was in the running.
Are you getting the idea that I am precisely the type of insufferabe a-hole who insists upon advertising his high-minded disdain for all this royal nonsense? Right on. But let us give young George and everyone else the benefit of our sympathy. Perhaps around ten or twelve years from now the Prince of Cambridge will be lying in bed late at night and thinking to himself, "I can't believe I have one life to live and I'm always going to be either heir to the throne or else the effing King of England. Dammit!"
