Thumb stuck in car door

And as we are walking though town in T-shirts; it’s rather hot today, I think I’ll eat outside on the terrace, I saw this picture in my Dutch newspaper. The First Snow in Holland; It’s not fair, is it?
I had to pick up something in town, a little table, and Hana went with me. When getting back into the car, Hana wanted to close her own car door. She’s getting independent; opens and closes doors herself, rolls windows up and down etc. Okay, so you can close your own door. So she closes her own door, rather firmly. I look at her through the window as I see her suddenly look in anguish, and notice that her chest heaves as she is taking air in. She’s puffing up like a toad. Her facial muscles are getting rather distorted at this point. I am wondering why all this is happening, until I notice that, when I trace her right arm, her hand is holding on to the car door. And suddenly I realize that her fingers are stuck between the car door (all this is taking less than a split second). So I want to open her door, but no, she locked her door. I want to open my door so I can open her door, but no, my door is locked as well. So I’ve got to look for my keys, to open my door, to unlock her door, and then I can finally open her door. Boy, what a sound.
She took it well though. It's the thumb on the left.