 I was walking toward my car outside a shopping center a few weeks ago when I heard a loud and impassioned howl. I spotted a man about 50 feet away who was in great distress. His fingers were caught in the car door, which had obviously been slammed unexpectedly. Crouching in the front seat was an impish little three-year-old boy who had apparently decided to close the door on Dad. The father was pointing frantically at his fingers with his free hand and saying, Oh, oh, open the door, Chucky.