Push the Button!!!!

I was shopping at Target the other day with my beautiful 21 month old daughter. After completing our purchases, we walked back to the car and I unloaded my plastic tubs, my new red sweater, and my purse containing my cell phone. Then, I placed my most precious cargo into her car seat. As I was setting her in the car seat, she leaned over and grabbed my car keys. "No big deal," I thought.  “She can play with them." After buckling her in the car seat, I left the door open just in case she locked the doors while playing with the keys and I ran to put away the cart. As I was running, I could hear the car locks clicking. I gave myself a pat on the back.  I thought, "Hehehe...good thinking Lisa.  No worries, you left the car door open, you’re a smart one!" I returned to the car and leaned in the OPEN door to take the car keys. She protested! She wanted to keep the keys. So, I thought, "She'll get bored if we just sit here and then she'll willingly hand over the keys. I'll just close the door and sit in the driver's seat and wait." (There are so many things wrong with the previous conclusion...to be discussed later.)  I closed the door and pulled on the handle to open the driver's side door....LOCKED!!! AHHHH!!!! Don't let her see you panic! Now what?  How do I explain to a Target employee or some unsuspecting shopper I need to use their phone because my daughter is locked in the car-without me!   I concluded that since she already pushed the buttons before, she could do it again - right?  Even if the LOCK button is the size of Texas and the unlock button is the size of a piece of lint.  I peered into the car window.  There she was laughing and playing with the keys. I began pleading with her to push the button. Tapping on the window, I started pleading, "Gracie, push the button. Gracie, mommy can't get in the car unless you push the button. I'm locked out. You need to push the button to let me in. I can't get in the car. Push the button." She would laugh and jingle the keys.  After pleading and pleading with with her, I began plan my next move.  Then, she finally DID IT!! I heard the locks *click*! Yeah!!!!! Before I finished my thought, I had the door open. I took the keys and we drove home. No one the wiser that my 21 month old had just been locked in the car all alone, except for my keys, my plastic tubs, my new red sweater, my purse and my cell phone.