You know grandma stories are great but I have on on my Gramps. Five grandchildren (I'm one) got into his car to go somewhere, gramps got in but not the keys they were in the garage. So he got a rock, broke the window, climbed in, got a sledge hammer, climbed out and used the sledge hammer to break the lock. Oh the look on his face. He broke the new lock and the keys were in the garage that he had climbed in.
He never lived that one down.