crisis averted?

I've been debating whether or not to blog this, because it's pretty embarrassing- but as my blog is supposed to be a journal of sorts and I want to remember these times, (right?) here we go:

So this morning was just like any morning,frantic rush, you know the usual. SO I send the kids to the car and grab my shoes and purse and head out the door only to be met by a 3 year old on the verge of tears. "Mommy," he says, "I pee-peed in my pants." I'm not sure if it was embarassment or pain that was causing his tears to well up- it was pretty darn cold this morning! So back in the house we go to find a new outfit. Somehow we managed to get to school only 2 minutes late! yea me! Then we went about our morning errands. I had to stop at the office and Jared was very happy and content listening to "Jedi Knight" and singing along at the top of his lungs so I decided to just run in and back out. As a side note- this was a tough decision because when I was younger and not as wise, I used to leave Hannah in her carseat when I picked up Zach from preschool until one day when I was met at the car by a very irate mother who had called the police on me because how dare I leave my precious angel in the car, etc. Well let's just say I burned rubber getting out of there.. I was not about to be hauled away *wink* she didn't really call the cops she just let me have it with a verbal assault. I probably should have called the cops on her. Anyways, back to today: So I watched the car the whole time, left the door open, grabbed what I needed off the counter (all while still watching the car, I am a little paranoid), then walked back to the car. Jared had gotten in the front seat and was pretending to drive. I went to open the door and....yep you guessed it- LOCKED! no big deal, Jared knows how to unlock it. But no he can't. I am standing outside the car trying to explain to my sweet 3 year old how to push the "other" end of the lock button- he has the "lock" part down pat if you ever need a car locked, he is your man- but he just can't seem to figure it out. SO then I think, okay just open the door. That also seems to be beyond him. Then I start to panic: He can't get this open I am going to be standing here forever! Someone is going to call the police and then I WILL be hauled away when they find out that I left my kid alone in the car. Then just when it seems like all is lost the door opens and my angel- with a grin the size of Texas- says, "Here Mommy, you sit in your seat and I'll sit in my seat." So do you think he was just messing with me?