Close only counts when you play with hand grenades

This morning Skylar and I were at the Floyd Hospital outpatient surgery center bright-eyed and bushy tailed at 6am so she could get tubes put in her ears and her adnoids taken out.  Skylar does not come out of anesthesia well, instead she comes out screaming and throwing punches in all directions.  That was fun!

As I carried Skylar, her blanket, her sippy cut, the diaper bag, my purse, and the pillow from the hospital bed (which Skylar was not leaving without no way no how) to the van I pushed the button on the remote, the door slid open immediately, and I was able to plop Skylar into her seat.  Then, with a light touch of the handle the door began sliding closed again, I jumped in the front seat, hit the butt warmer button and was ready to go with practically no physical effort on my part.  We got to the house, and before I got out I hit the button and the side door began to open.  By the time I got out and shut my door, Skylar's door was fully open and I was able to reach right in and get her.  Then, another light touch of the handle and the door finished closing while I was opening up the front door on the house.  You could get really fat driving a van like this, as you burn practically zero calories because you don't do anything.  

It was all rather nice.

If you don't count the part about it being a MINIVAN.