Oh! Oh! Oh! I cannot explain how hard it was to resist. I needed a password–why not make it good? Look, look, I made you type underpants. Heh.  But then, opportunity led to temptation. I could make my password really heinous. Sin boldly, right? And besides, four lettered words are easy to remember. Oh, how I struggled.

As I was  typing in my fateful choice, I remembered that Margaret would have to type my swear word in order to read and good once again good triumphed over evil. Damn it.

But I thought about being bad; I really, really did.

Evidently, I’m still twelve.