I'm sad to report, despite our best efforts, the Queen of Paint has gone a different way. Otter is out. Our new niece's name is Phoebe Sofia. I am sure I will be fine with this. As Shakespeare says, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet." At this juncture, I suppose I should speak about my brother Marc, and how he was going to be a Noah all the way up until the moment of his birth, at which point my parents looked at each other and said, "He's not a Noah" and named him Marc.(with a C, not a K) And I'm sure he's relatively happy that he's not a Noah (with apologies to Noah's everywhere!) This is still a story in my family, and perhaps the Otter story will become a new story, a different story.