keys and other excitement

The Adam DeClercq family of four (because we count the dog) made our first big road trip.  We left at o-dark-thirty to avoid LA traffic (the true bane of our So Cal existence) and to get a couple of good hours of driving under our tires before we stopped to feed Garrett.  It worked like a charm.  We had decided that we would stop when we needed for as long as we needed and just not think about how fast we used to be able to make this drive. 
Our first big drive was virtually painless... minus one major incident at a gas station somewhere in central California.  I took Garrett inside for a quick diaper change while Adam gassed up the car.  He also thought it would be a good time to give Bobby a little drink.  So, he walked around the car and in those 2 seconds, Bobby jumped on the electric door locks, thereby sealing him in and us out.  Yep, the dog locked us out of the car.  Away from both cell phones and both sets of keys.  Because who has the foresight to grab their keys as they walk around the car... since you never know, that dog might lock the doors?
When I walked out of the bathroom, Adam was in a near panic, standing over the passenger window that was providentially cracked an inch (another point in the fresh air vs air conditioning argument).  When he told me what happened, I just laughed out loud.  What else can you do? 
We agreed to try and get his keys ourselves before calling a locksmith.  His keys were nonchalantly lying on the center console.  Adam scavenged a stick and very carefully maneuvered it through his key ring.  Just as he was about to oh-so-carefully lift the keys, he lost his grip on the stick.  Now, the dog, cell phones, keys and stick were all locked in the car.
He went to find a new stick.  He came back with a short stumpy twig, took one look at the window and threw the stick down in dismay, screaming "STUPID STICK" like it was the stick's fault.  The next stick was of appropriate girth and length.  He was able to lift the old stick still threaded through the keys back up to the window with the new stick.  To say we cheered and jumped up and down when Adam snatched his keys through the window would be an understatement. 
Luckily the remainder of the driving was much less eventful.