A funky home for a few Harold’s This is Joanne Rossman (and Rita Rose). The ladies are wearing a 1Genet Scarf from One.org, an organization working to end extreme poverty and preventable disease. This is her shop, right here in Roslindale Village. And now she’s carrying Harold!
Harold thought the Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer was an excellent piece of machinery.
He knew what it was the first time he saw it. 
He thought that was weird, that he knew it was a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer, and plus, it’s a pretty weirdo name anyway.
“Hey,” Harold said, “that’s a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer.”
“Is that a bug?” Harold’s mother asked, whirling around in alarm.
“What?” Harold asked.
“Is it a bug?” Harold’s mother repeated, crossing her arms and hunching up her shoulders the way you do when you think there might be a really big bug nearby.
“No, it’s a Wimple-Dimple…Dimmer…Wimmer,” Harold said, slowing down. Why did she think it was a bug? It was right there, right there, a Wimple-Dimple Dimmer-Wimmer, plain as day. 
“Harold, please don’t go playing in that pile of junk. You’ll get hurt,” Harold’s mother told him.
“It’s not junk, it’s a W…I will not get hurt!”
“It is junk. Just like everything else in this garage. We’ll have to clean it out before we can put the car in here.”
Harold thought, I don’t see any junk, but didn’t say it out loud because he knew his mother saw only junk.
Just then Harold’s father came into the garage with a box.
“Oh,” he said.
“‘Oh,’ indeed,” Harold’s mother said. “We’ll have to clean everything out before we can put the car in here. Well, back to the moving truck,” she said with a sigh.
Harold’s father looked around. “Cool stuff,” was all he said.
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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.