For five months, I've been telling the kids a hundred times a day, "don't play with the doors." I'm nervous they'll hit their heads, smash their fingers, or just drive me crazy with all the slamming. Yesterday morning, Jamey was opening and closing our bedroom door. I got down on the floor and played Peek-a-boo with him a couple times. The last time, I scared him, and he slammed the door and hit my face. It's not too bad, but I do have a welt. I was afraid I'd get a black eye, and "I hit a door" just doesn't sound plausible. But this is why we don't play with the door.