I solemnly hand over a Japanese eraser that he'd shoved into my jacket pocket over the weekend for safe-keeping, a pink seal. "His name is Harrison," he reports.
"I bet his last name is 'Ford,'" says Secundus.
"No, it's 'New York,'" Tertius declares.
Merely to add that Harrison, New York is one of our neighboring towns. Should I just give up the comic writing gig and leave it to seven-year-old T. to come up with the gags?