A 3-year-old boy at PALS (I'll call him Caleb) locked his baby sister, and the car keys, in the family car, earlier this week.  His mother (I'll call her Ruthann) had dropped her keys on the front seat of the car, before strapping her baby in the car seat. Unaware that Caleb had pushed the lock button on the car door, she closed that door and walked around the car to buckle Caleb in his car seat. And found that door locked. . . all the doors locked, with the keys and the baby inside.
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Ruthann had REALLY meant to replace her back-up set of keys, which Caleb had "lost" the week before. (She replaced them IMMEDIATELY after this incident.)

It took two fire trucks and five firemen, who arrived with flashing lights,  to extricate the baby.  Caleb greeted them with "Hi, guys!!" and gave them high fives.

Ruthann shared her "embarrassing" story to other mothers at PALS yesterday.  And then I shared some stories about Isaac, one of my favorite 3-year-olds, also a child at PALS - with our son Jonathan, twenty years ago.