Cecily: I am going to name my child Soba… or my cat. Neither exist, and maybe I’m condemning these foetal beings, still in their ideational infancy, to gluten-free, Japanese-centric lives. But, I’m cool with that. I like names with two syllables. I like names that can be pronounced in any language, and ones that go well on a Starbucks’ cup. When I take my cat or child to Starbucks, they’ll order their soy latté grandés without the extra stress of having to invent an alias.

My second born shall be Millefeuille.