Tommy knows which bookmark gets him to his Cars game, and he knows what to click to get to the log-in page. His member ID pops up by itself and then he needs to type in a password. Now, he can see the screen when I type in his password, but he can't figure out why hitting the 8 on the keyboard multiple times doesn't get him into his account. All he knows, in his simple and innocent mind, is that he needs a long string of asterisks, and that is the key with the asterisk on it.
Sometimes the screaming, mess-making, red-faced, pants-pooping terror that is my son is just too adorable for words. And someday I am going to change his password to all 8s, so that he can be right after all.
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Sweet. Great moment for you I'm sure. I love those. :)
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