After today’s playdate, Tyler’s friend Connor stood before the minivan and stared.

“Mom,” he gasped, “the doors. … They slide!”

“You think that’s something?” I winked and flicked a switch. Out popped the 9-inch DVD player.

We almost had to administer CPR.

All the way home I blasted “Crazy Train” with all four windows rolled down. And I didn’t even turn it down at the red lights.