Small Territorial Children

Cassius spent a lot of time working at the dining room table the other day. Later, I found out what he was up to.

This was the rough draft.

The final version, now on his bedroom door.

When I come to his closed bedroom door now, I knock.

"Say your name!" Cassius yells. "

Nick," I reply. 

"What's the password?" he demands. He had told me the password earlier, but I didn't remember it.

"3316," I guess. Silence. "3361?" 

"Nope!" 

"3661?" And the door swings open.