A fifth generation Hawaiian, this sweet thing was waiting for her mom out in the rain. I stepped out of the fresh fish market - where the Kauai folks get their sushi on a daily basis - and this little imp blocked the walk to the parked cars. 'What's the secret password?' she queried. 'Um, er, you're pretty!?' I said. 'Nooooooooo', she giggled. 'Um..... pretty please!?' I tried again. 'Noooooooooo', she said more impatiently. 'Well then, I give up. What's the secret password?' 'Open sesame!' she sighed in feigned exasperation and let me pass.
