(And to think, we almost named him ‘Peter Prince’ (after (T.A.F.K.A.) Prince) but we already had a guinea pig called ‘Freddy ‘Prince’ Prinze Jr., Jr.’ (a compromise between ‘Prince’ and ‘Freddy Prinze, Jr.’ [we were watching a lot of ‘I know What You Did Last Summer’ at the time and it seemed like the thing to do]). Anyway Nia told me after the fact that Baby P had no chance of being Peter Prince (not on her watch) but led me to believe it was a decent, if alliterative, name.
As he grows we are seeing day by day that the Prince moniker would’ve been appropriate, especially if given in the Machiavellian sense. Although baby Peter’s political philosophy is still evolving, we would be wise to “accept that the aims of princes — such as glory and survival — can justify the use of immoral means to achieve those ends” (Il Principe) if we intend to live in Baby Peter’s realm.
But why ruminate on such a silly, outmoded title? He is an American anyway, and we have supposedly disposed of dynastic rule (Clintons and Bushes notwithstanding), so his stately stature may be wasted in such a State. However, he has roots that stretch from east to west (his mommy was born in the USSR after all), and if his revolutionary poses and dictatorial practices are any indication, you can be sure that (Prince) Baby Peter is certain to rise to power.)