My laptop has crashed.
And, burned.
Again.
Ugh.
So, while it’s away being repaired … again … I asked demanded kindly urged the teen to let me on his when he’s not using it. After an ungodly amount of clicking, he reluctantly and begrudgingly agreed and handed it over. The first time I went to go use it, however, I noticed he had a password on it and after a couple of failed attempts at logging in, I was forced to wait for him to get home before I could use it. Without saying a word, he logged me in and I was finally able to surf the net get some work done.
The following afternoon when I went to get on the laptop, I realised that I had neglected to ask the teen for the password. As you can imagine given our society’s reliance on all things electrical it was almost the first thing I uttered when he walked in the door from school.
Okay, I’m not that attached to the ‘net. I did ask him how his day went before requesting said password. Give me some credit for my nurturing, mothering abilities.
Anyway, he mumbled for me to hand over the laptop so that he could just log me in himself.
My immediate thought was eh, what’s going on here then?
My oldest is a good kid and has always been very open and honest with me. He has never given me any cause to worry about him with regards a lot of the issues facing teens today and I thank my lucky stars for that. I don’t feel the need to snoop on him and he knows that hence him letting me use his laptop in the first place.
But, he is a 15-year-old boy.
Who was obviously hiding something.
I did feel the need to voice that I trusted him and hoped that in turn he trusted me that I wouldn’t snoop. Alls I wanted was the password so I could get online to check my emails, etc. Not his. He immediately got all defensive insisting he didn’t have anything to hide from me. I told him, all right and that he should just tell me his password then.
And, he got all flustered and started blushing.
At this point, I really didn’t want to think about what could possibly be on my son’s laptop, so I stomped off and told him, not to worry about it and that my own would be returned soon enough.
“Okay, mum,” he said and with a heavy sigh, blurted out ”My password is ‘i like boobs.’ Okay?”
I stopped dead in my tracks with my eyes as wide as saucers, unsure of what to say or do next. So, I do what I always do when confronted with uncomfortable situations, I snorted, laughed and made a joke. Not my best parenting moment I will admit as I asked him “large or small,” but it did kinda stop his embarrassment long enough for me to lecture him that maybe it wasn’t-the-most-respectful-to-women password he could have picked.
But, he’s only 15 and as was pointed out to me by a friend, the situation could have been something far worse … I mean, his password could have been something like ‘i like feet’ or ‘i like drugs,’ but it wasn’t.
It was clearly dreamt up by that of a 15 year-old-boy.
A 15-year-old boy who I might add now has a nice, new, mum-approved password.
Now, I’m sure there are some grown-up boys out there too with similar if not exactly the same password. I’m not pointing any fingers or anything. Just saying.
*cough, cough*
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Tags: boys, computer, humour, kids, parenting, password, raising, safety, teen
15-yo boy in boobs liking shocker! Whatever next?
Not respectful but very honest – very normal young man there
Like you say, better than ‘weed is great’ or ‘needles are nice’
Haha – good on him!
We did a password crack at work once, to identify weak ones and politely ask the users to change them. It was some feat keeping a straight face as my young male colleague nervously approached the middle-aged lady in Collections to ask her to update her password; ‘DEEP THROAT’.
Ha Ha Ha! Love it!
ha!
I can only imagine
That’s spectacular. Sadly, I’ve never had a password like that. But my bank account PIN is…also not boobs.