We recently bought a new-to-us van. It's actually eight years old, but with good mileage. Hardly looks used at all. The van supposedly has power-sliding-side doors. I use the word supposedly, because they don't work quite right. It's been a bit of a disappointment, but hey, what can you expect from an eight year old van. So, when the doors work properly, the kids get very excited. When they don't they sigh, and just open the door manually. It's become a big event in our family. Woo hoo! The power doors work! Break out the party hats and confetti!
Yesterday, I had to run to the store to get cooking oil. Josh and Ruth elected to stay home, but Hannah, my shadow, wanted to come along. We got to the store, and she pushed the power door button to get out. Lo and behold! The door slid open.
"Yay!" She said. "It worked!"
"You must have the magic touch," I commented somewhat absently.
Pausing in front of the automatic doors at the grocery store, Hannah struck a pose and said, "Open Sesame!" then giggled. "See Mama, I am magic! Well, with doors anyway"
"So you are," I said as we walked down the grocery aisles.
Later, after we pulled into our parking spot in front of our house, she pushed the door button again and this time said, "Alakazam!" The door slid open, and she pushed the button again to make the door slide closed. I was already half way up the steps to the porch, when I heard my youngest say to her reflection in the van's window, "I AM THE GREAT HANINI!!!"
