Claire locked me out of the car after a shopping trip to Trader Joe's, a couple days ago. Yeah, that's the last time I let her play with my keys. I got her all strapped in, reached over to grab a bag of groceries, the door accidentally swung shut and she bit the lock button. Smiling the whole time. My cell phone was also locked inside.
Thankfully, I hailed the help of several strangers. One man let me call my husband (who didn't have a spare key...that was also locked in the car! oy!) and ask him to call a locksmith. Then I hailed another guy to go and ask any of the Trader Joe's staff if they knew how to break into a car (the door was every so slightly open, but still latched). The staff were awesome, so friendly, offering any help they could (cell phones, an umbrella, company) and one staffer came out with a HUGE metal wire thingy and tried to hit the unlock button in the car. Thankfully the locksmith was very speedy about getting to me and it was all resolved within 45 minutes.
All the while, Claire was giggling and having a great time. She thought I was playing peekaboo everytime I put my face up to the tinted window to see how she was.
Needless to say, she doesn't get to hold my keys anymore.