He’s our family ghost. He’s been with us since I was pregnant with Amie. Now you’re probably saying… WHAT?!?!? A ghost? First, to let you know, I don’t believe in ghosts, so I’ll explain about Harold. You know those natural phenomena where the warm or cooler air outside a room causes the door that is partially closed on the other side of the room to either open more or close? That’s what Harold is. Natural phenomena that happens in all houses, especially older ones like we have. At night, you can hear him “walking” around by the creaks. Also, none of our inside doors latch closed completely, so if anyone opens one of the outside doors, Harold is good at opening one of the inside ones. Last night, Jeremy took the trash out when I was in the bathroom. He got a bit of a kick out of me yelling, “Harold, close that door!” Oh, and for some reason, James used Harold as the reason why the water was running when no one was in the bathroom. I think a certain real little boy forgot to turn off the water after brushing his teeth. He really has a lot of fun slamming our screen door on stormy days if it isn’t properly latched too. Harold seems to try and go everywhere with me. The other day, when we were with friends, I said something to Harold for slamming a door. They all laughed at me. Oh well. He has no respect and I get none when he does something and I reprimand him.