If you absolutely must name your infant child "Angel", be aware that it is going to sound very incongruous when, approximately five years later, you find yourself shrieking "Angel! Get over here and wipe that snotty nose before I belt you!"

I wonder if the fact that Angel's younger brother is named Albert is at all significant? Seems like a definite swing from sentimental to stolid.

Ah, the post office queue. So much time to ponder important questions.