3 Faces At the Window, Password?

Three little kids, rambunctious, energetic, and mischievous, locked all the doors.

I was out back on the other side of the deck when I heard their giggles.  I was retrieving a frisbee they'd left in the grass.

I look up and 3 little faces looked out over the window sill, watching me.  

"You better unlock that door!"  I said.

"What's the password?" said the older boy, in his best Nana-Nana-Nana sing-song

"Spank YOU!" I threatened.

Altogether as one voice they hollered, "INCORRECT!"

"Whoosh-clank!" The window shut.

They raise it.

"What's the password?"

"Whippin's!"  

"INCORRECT!" Down comes the window.

They raise it again.

"What's the password?"

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5!" said I knowing it was a common choice.

"INCORRECT!"  Down clanked the window.

Up it goes.

"What's the password?"

"Password?" I asked.

"INCORRECT!" all three chuckle.

"Whonk!" goes down the window.

Up it goes again.

I was stern, "I want in, you need to unlock that back door." 

"What's the password?" they giggle, so delighted.

"I love you?" I hoped.

"INCORRECT!" Whoosh-clank!  Window closed.

Up it came.

I asked, "What IS the password?"

In unison, like a practiced choir, Jayden, Lilly, and Jacob loudly said ...

"INCORRECT!"

And they giggled and laughed and thought it was the best joke ever to pull on GrammyPam!

"Whoosh-clank" window shut!"

Believe it or not, I was slow.

I had to be told, "The password, GrammyPam, is "INCORRECT!" 

"Ha, ha, ha, you didn't get it."

WHOOSH-Clank!  Window shut.