There really is no question about it. The overwhelmingly dominant news today was, by a mile, the royal pop of an as-yet-unnamed baby boy, son of William and Catherine, third in line to the British throne.

This afternoon, royal gynecologists triumphantly emerged from St. Mary’s Hospital in London, where Prince William was born 31 years ago, signaling the end of 12 hours of labor and the delivery of a healthy boy weighing 8 pounds and 6 ounces. Meanwhile, a “town crier,” dressed in what looked like a pirate costume, clanged a large bell and shouted the news of the happy occasion, which officially took place at 4:24 pm, local time.

So, without searching for a fashion angle (“Who was K-Mid wearing at the time of crowning?” as someone in the world has surely asked), we’d simply like to congratulate the proud parents — and great-grandma, who no doubt waited anxiously in Buckingham Palace. We’re joyous for another reason: America’s attention has been diverted from its own freshly arrived royal spawn for a whole day, maybe two. Maybe her friend in the UK will be named South.