My super imaginitive boys were outside playing a game yesterday. They had used our beach shelter, outdoor play equipment and a sleeping bag to create a magical kingdom. The only way to enter was to use the magic password.
They invited me to enter.
I tried several times to guess the magic password.
Can you guess what it was?
It wasn’t ‘please’. It wasn’t ‘abracadabra’. It wasn’t ‘open sesame’.
I gave up, but they told me and let me in anyway.
The password was ‘cerebral palsy’.
And speaking of passwords and codewords, I now have a 2 year old who runs around the house shouting ‘code brown’ whenever he needs his nappy changed. Nice. That’s what happens when you have 2 older brothers with a cheeky sense of humour. Must be nearly time for toilet training. 
