I can sleep better now knowing along with the rest of the world and orbiting planets that Brad Pitt is “the happiest father ever”. Or that according to Dr Michel Sussmann, “he was very moved and very emotional” which I guess is quite shocking because most fathers who cut a veiny, flexible, human cord aren’t moved ... to vomit.

Clearly, Brad is a happy bunny. So much so that his state of beatitude put him into a superlative frenzy. “We chose one of the best hospitals in the world, one of the best doctors, one of the best medical teams. And also the most beautiful bay in the world," he told Nice Mayor Estrosi (as reported in Nice-Matin).

Vocabulary deficiencies aside, what’s with the name Knox Léon? Ya, ya, I get the family tree, passing-of-names-from-one-generation-to-the-next thing for this traditional family. But at this point, Knox, Pax and Maddox sounds more like the next coming of the Jacksons. (Just out of curiosity, how many dyslexics struggle with Shiloh Pitt?) I feel a moral obligation to warn K & V not to get too used to being the centre of attention because down the road, there may another flavour of the month.

Perhaps I am just cranky because I want my town back. Or that photos of these two babies will fetch millions and yet these two babies were born in a hospital that financially assists parents who can’t afford healthcare for their own children and teenagers. Did I miss something? Would that be the literal or figurative meaning of the pitts ....