We all have a lot of passwords.
Passwords for our voicemail.
Social network sites.
Email.
Online bill paying.
Bank accounts.
Online games.
The list is endless. But, let's go back to that last one. Online games. My kids love to play games on the computer. Free games, because I am cheap. And, of course, age appropriate games. Right now, their obsession is Beyblades.
If you don't know what these are, they are annoying little toys that consist of about 4 or 5 pieces of metal and plastic that can be taken apart, interchanged and lost all over your house. And, if you step on one without shoes, they are only slightly less painful than stepping on LEGO.
How do you play, you ask? You put the Beyblade into a 'launcher', insert a rip cord and pull hard. Then the Beyblade spins across the floor, unless you buy the $10 arena that looks like the packaging from another toy, and dings up your walls and floors. We used to call this toy a top in my day. To 'play' you have two kids rip Beyblades at the same time...to achieve this, it is very important, and I cannot stress this enough, to shout...at the top of your lungs....
THREE
TWO
ONE
LET 'ER RIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!
My love for Beyblades is wearing thin. Am I hiding it well?
The ringing in your ears from the screaming will soon be replaced by the sharp zinging of the Beyblades zooming around your floor or the arena.
The winner is the last Bey standing. Sounds intense.
Wait. How is this about passwords?? I'm getting there.
You can also play Beyblades online! But, you should create an account and password protect it.
Ahhhhhh!
The Third Grader can create his own passwords and write them in his notebook. Middle Child is just learning how to read and spell, so I have to do this for him. I also have to come up with the password because he doesn't understand that all of the easy ones like "Super Boy" or "Bunny Rabbit" are taken. So, the other day, in a moment of desperation and a little irritation, I came up with a password I was sure no one else would have. It was a password I would not have to write down because it had no crazy number or symbol combinations. I could easily remember it.
Poopbutt
So, the other day at the library when all the kids were giggling as Middle Child had his brother log in for him, it only took me about 3 seconds to figure out why.
Lesson learned...
Yea... We sprung for the arena, My son actually has two. I've told him that if one of those things touches our new floor they'll ALL disappear. As for the online part, either they don't know about it or are not interested. I haven't even heard of it.
ReplyDeleteAh, sometimes it's easier to have a girl. No beyblades here! I'm sure I'll feel it with Barbie shoes and other sharp bits and pieces.
ReplyDeleteThey have also delved into the world of Beywheelz! These are slightly less annoying. I guess this is my pay back for losing all my lite brite bulbs...
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