Fun Ride

In the house that Chet built, we wanted a LARGE garage. So we made it about 1400 sq ft. Typically the wife keeps the house, and the man gets the garage for all of their treasures, at least in my family. Well, Chet likes LOTS of stuff in his, and I like NOTHING (I am the same way in the house, I hate clutter. It makes me anxious and crazy)! I HATE trying to get a kid out of his car seat while dodging all of Chet's treasures (we"ll call them that). So, on my two car stall, I had a fridge and mini deep freezer, and that was it! Well, it made a great place to play for the kids we learned really fast. I liked to keep it swept and fairly clean, so the boys used it like a playground. It was fabulous!!! One day I was in the kitchen doing dishes and I heard all the boys laughing. I went to the door to see what was going on, but I was having a hard time turning the handle. Someone was holding it. I rip it open to find one boy standing watch and holding the handle so I couldn't open it, one standing watching, and one boy almost to the very top of the garage "taking a ride" on the garage door. By this point he is too high to drop, but I am freaking out. What does he do??? He just drops and says, "What? That is a really fun ride!" No clue that he should NOT be able to drop like that.