Today we took the kids to Dave & Buster's for lunch. They're not quite old enough, but they do good. Abbie and I race cars and she can't even touch the gas. After a few seconds of waiting, her car takes off and she's driving - hooting and hollering the whole time. Jack isn't quite tall enough - he can peer over the edge and see a bunch of coins in the machine - but has no idea what it does. He does know that the machine takes coins - and loves putting them in. When he won 100+ tickets today, he was ecstatic - pulling the tickets out and giggling to himself the whole time.
I carried both kids to the car on the way out. We have a Honda Odyssey mini-van (they might be cheesy, but they make awesome cars - spoken like a true dad, eh?). Holly opened the door with the remote. It stopped after opening a few inches - and I reached to open it manually. As soon as I got my fingers around the door, it shut. Youch! I screamed like a little girl. After a few seconds, Holly was smart enough to open the front door and I pulled them out. No dropped kids, which was pretty impressive. It's been a couple hours since then. It was only two fingers, but one is still numb. The good news is I'm still able to type - but they're still throbbing.