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…