When Will I Learn?

I find myself doing desperate things when attempting to get things done around here. Even after our previous experience, I decided that laundry (currently located in the garage) was worth the risk of allowing Cal to again play in the van. I thought I had him beat this time when I did a preliminary sweep of the car to ensure that there was nothing he could injure and that nothing could injure him. He played happily for several minutes until he'd had enough and wanted out. Happy to have transferred a load and started a new one, I went to retrieve him, only to find that in the usual course of pushing buttons, Cal had managed to push the driver's side door lock and permenantly locked himself - and my keys - inside. Keys. Right. Long story short, his removal required a phone call to Dad at work and a very long 15 minute wait. I had on my hands (or just out of reach of my hands) one sad, sad little boy. Over and over he pounded his chubby little hands on the windows and shouted, "Mommy! Where are you?" He was temporarily distracted by the scattered animal crackers he found in the process, but there was much rejoicing when Dad arrived to save us all.