Before we begin, no actual passwords are used during the writing of this post. I’m satiric, not stupid.
The Kiddos are experimenting with the computer and have thus encountered for the first time the wonder of the modern password. There is a child-safe account on the oldest computer, so we gave it a password they all knew until an incident after which I changed it. Now only my Patient Husband and I know the password.
Kiddo#1 attempted to hack into it (good luck!) and finally sputtered, “How am I supposed to hack into the computer if I don’t know the password?” Yes, darling, that’s the point.
Kiddo#1 has a game that only works on his father’s “real” computer. And even I don’t know the password for that one. My Patient Husband long ago worked for someone who wanted an insane degree of security and therefore demanded hundred-character passwords that had upper and lowercase, numbers, shifted characters, and couldn’t have any three letter combination in the middle of the password that might be part of an actual word in English, Spanish or Latin. And it had to be changed every 36 hours (and you couldn’t repeat passwords, either. Nor were you allowed to write them down.)
My Patient Husband says this is not actually true. It only seems that way compared to my passwords.
As an at-home freelancer I never have to share the computer (other than with my kids) and at my previous job I had a useless login code that neither tracked performance nor limited which areas of the network I could access. (I kid you not: I was able to navigate into the company president’s directory, and I could see the VP’s employee evaluation notes. Good thing I’m not totally evil.)
When upgrading software, my husband will call across the house, “I need your password!” and I’ll shout back, “It’s still ••••!”
By contrast, if I’m using his computer and need the keychain code, he’ll come type it over my shoulder.
Kiddo#2 recently joined a child-oriented online site. Every few weeks, she dutifully changes her password. She does not tell anyone her passwords (Note: I could get it if I wanted — parental stuff and all) and they contain numbers and letters and shifted characters.
Daddy will be proud. Mommy will only have a headache. But at least the Kiddo is picking up good habits early.