Hello, I am very pleased to introduce you to Harold.
Oh yes, and the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer as well!
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What the heck is THAT?
Harold is seven years old and can’t tie his shoes. Not only can’t he tie his shoes, he’s completely and utterly convinced that he will never (ever) be able to tie his shoes.
Second grade is two weeks away and he’s worried that the kids at school will laugh at him if they know he can’t tie his shoes.
A Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.
That’s right, a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.
Of course I know what it is.
Of course I do.
Really, I know what it is.
It’s a…a ah…I think it’s a…well it’s not a whatchamacallit, that’s for sure
Sometimes, you have to think a long time about something before you figure it out.
Other times, poof, something just pops into your head, and that’s the way it is and you don’t have to do any more thinking about it.
That’s what happened with Harold, he just poofed into my head. Done and done, as some grownups say.
Harold, the curious, wondering, sneaker-tripping kid
Harold poofed into my head, the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer poofed into my head, even Jerome, Harold’s best friend, poofed into my head.
Of course, figuring out what to do with them, well, that took a while…