Tonight, as I took my dog for her evening walk in Central Park, there was enchantment in the air. The moon hovered round and silver-white over the towers of the Upper East Side, casting an eldritch glow over the clouds and trees. The air was still and fresh with the day’s rain, carrying a faint scent of the approaching spring. Couples walked arm-in-arm, smiling and nodding as they passed.

The atmosphere invited deep thought and joyful contemplation, and indeed, I found myself pondering a transformational milestone for my little family:

What if I changed Goblin’s name to Clementina Snortbox, Surgeon General?

(Her friends would call her “Bippy.”)