Why does it have to be secret?
My mother taught for 11 years at a day-care center. One winter afternoon she was trying to show a young boy how to zip up his coat.
“The secret,” Mom said, “is to get this piece of the zipper to fit in the other side before you try to zip it up.”
After struggling with the zipper for several minutes the boy sighed and said, “Why does it have to be a secret?”