The baby — the baby! — is named George.
My brother, who was born in 1954, was named George — after my father's father. My mother always said she found it very hard to accept George as the name for a baby. It seemed like something you'd call an old man.
In America, hearing the name George, perhaps we think of George Bush or George Washington or — since we've lost our mind — George Zimmerman.
But in England, "It is a very, very royal name," according to some "royal historian" quoted at the link.
Yeah, King George.
Which reminds me. We fought a revolution. We don't have to pay any attention to this nonsense.