This week Tim received a password for using the school’s computers. (He’s never had one for the home computers, so the concept never crossed his mind.) This discovery opened a whole new world of possibilities.
Not wanting Ami to get on his bed, he put a password on his bed. He then informed Ami that:
“If you pass the ladder and try to get on my bed while I am gone, sharp dagger-rocks will fall through your head and chop it to pieces, and that will hurt you bad.”
To which she responded, “Why?”
“Because my bed has a password.”
Ami left the room and did not return for the rest of the day (a first).
Upon hearing about this event later, Maggie joined in, “My bed has a secret password, and you will never guess what it is. Ever.”
Not to be outdone, Tim responded, “Well no one in the Universe could guess my password, not even a spy.”
Ami - realizing that now the only non-password-protected beds in the home were hers, Susanna’s, and ours - decided to add a password to her bed.
This brought about a significant moment of pause, as Tim and Maggie realized that they could not maintain the double standard of messing up Ami’s bed with books and forts anymore, decided to convince her not to have a bed password by removing theirs. The reverse psychology did not work.
“I took the password off my bed,” Maggie emphasized.
“I took the password off my bed,” mimicked Tim
“I have a password on my bed!” Ami said with glee.
Maggie and Tim stood confounded, knowing in principle that if Ami had a password on her bed, the most mind-boggling horrific things would occur if they got on.
“And my password is ‘Charley and the Chocolate Factory’, because Charley had a Chocolate factory is a movie with Charley.”
Maggie and Tim sighed as their universe righted itself, stated the password, and proceeded to mess up Ami’s bed as usual.
Then David put a password on our bed, and I know it.
