Scary, Scary, Scary!!!

Hurricane Henry strikes again. . . My dad was out of town this weekend, and I brought the boys to see my mom yesterday. David, Jack, my mom, and I went out on the deck. Henry wanted to stay in to play in the TV room, which he does all the time by himself. I went in to check on him about 10 minutes after we went out and he was playing, then ten minutes later same thing. The third time I went to check on him, probably ten minutes after the second time I went in, he wasn't in the TV room. I started calling his name, checking the bathroom and other rooms downstairs and couldn't find him. The front door was locked, so I knew he hadn't gone out that door. I checked upstairs and in the attic - no Henry. I came downstairs and went into the garage. There he was, with the garage door closed, sitting in my mom's running car, locked in, with his hands over his ears crying hysterically screaming, "I'm trapped! I'm trapped!" My mom's keys were in the console of her car in the garage, and she has a remote starter on her keychain. He had started the car with the keychain, and it automatically locks the doors. The radio was on, he couldn't figure out how to unlock the doors, and he was distraught. (And, a little bit, so was I!) I think that's the first time he's scared himself enough to not do something again!

Edited to add: My mom later remembered that she had opened the windows in the garage earlier that day . . . still super scary, but that made me feel much, much better!