Today I turned my back for a few moments while Naomi pushed the button which closes the van side door. She's done it plenty of times while I've watched, and we've talked about not sticking hands or anything back inside the van while the door is closing. I thought, "She won't have any problems at all". Then the screaming started...the bags in my hands hit the garage floor...and my little girl's fingers had to be rescued from the door.
Luckily there was only an indent line, a teeny bit of torn skin, and some tears. That's nothing that can't be cured by some Tylenol (more for the placebo effect than anything), some cuddles and a brief watching of Tigger & Pooh!
Perhaps the next few times I'll supervise from afar to make sure she's really got it down before turning my back again!