The cry came from the pit of agony and despair, also sometimes known as our daughter's bedroom. "Mom! What's the Internet password?" As usual it was less of a question and more of an accusation. Our 13-year-old, as angry as only a hormone-charged teen girl can be, discovered we had once again changed the pass code for the Wi-Fi router.
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