This afternoon Khalid requested ‘momma’s kemtooter,’ so as I was heading out for a meeting, I came to turn my laptop on and log in for him so he can play games. My computer has been password protected for a few months now, roughly since Iman realized she could drag, drop, and delete icons from the desktop. Today, I turned on the computer and Khalid, instead of waiting for me to log in, plopped down in my chair.
“Oh, it’s password! It’s happy! 123! Let’s counting!”
I freeze.
“Khalid, you know my password?”
“Um, yeah!”
His chubby finger slowly types 1-2-3. And then instead of hitting enter, he accidentally hits backspace.
“Oops!”
He hits 3 again, presses enter, and officially becomes the youngest and most adorable little hacker in the history of both adorableness and hacking. No one told him what the password is, but it’s safe to assume that he’s just watching me type 1-2-3 enough times to figure out what I’m doing.
I am so proud. And I am so changing my password.
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