Dr. Freud, Jr.
A heap of duplo rattles on my livingroom floor as the three boys crouched around it sift and sort through the mass of primary-coloured blocks. Harry, George, and Darcy, each busily stacking the blocks into towers and helicopters, garages and truck, dogs and trees. All their creations look strikingly similar: skyscrapers of varying heights, layers of red, blue, green and yellow. George notices Harry's tower. It is by far the tallest any of them have managed to create thus far. "What is it, Harry?" George's voice is squeaky with interest. "It's an alarm clock." Harry is quite sure of this. "An alarm clock? What for?" "For emergencies. It's on the town hall. The bell will ring for emergencies." George scans the height of it. "It's very tall." Harry considers this a moment. "Yes. Yes, it is very tall. I guess it could be a penis."