Broken Door

I won't even bother describing the day I had at Wallmart and Jiffy Lube. Let's just say "NEVER AGAIN" will I take them to the store. This time I really mean it. :.)
When I got home I decided to clean and vacuum the car in the garage while Tyce took a nap. Talan was out there with his little toy vacuum helping me and being pretty darn cute. Then, he found a spare key to the house hidden in some crevice in the garage. He started messing around with the key and the lock to the door that goes from the garage into the house. Before long I hear "Mom, I locked the door!" Fantastic. No problem. We have a key. I will just unlock it with the key that was just used to lock it. Well, the key won't turn the lock anymore. I struggled for several minutes. Then I thought "Maybe I left the back door open." No such luck. Of course my key to the house was inside in my purse. Then I thought, "I'll just open the front door with the key." Hmmm, why can't I get the key to come out of the lock? I contemplate my alternatives.....break a window, call a locksmith, go get a key from Ryan, but Tyce is napping and I don't want to leave him. After several minutes of an intense struggle with the stuck key it finally came free. I opened the front door and entered my house with a sigh of relief.