Password

Mr. Trouble on Feet is into passwords.  He loves blocking a doorway or hallway, or even the sidewalk, as you can see in this image. “Password!”  he grins up at me.  After I guess eight passwords that are never right, he tells me the latest password.  I shout it out cheerfully and then he lets me through with my large basket or laundry.  Sometimes I am in a rush to get from one room to the next and I start to feel a little exasperated, but it’s really such a cute way of getting me to slow down that I have to smile when he does it.  The password changes each time, so there is never any hope of getting it right, which he thinks is absolutely hilarious.  “Thunny!  That thunny!”  He giggles.  Passwords in the last few days have ranged from “baseball”  “num nums”  and “robot” to “smelly socks.”