"Mommy! Help!"

He wasn't frantic, but he was calling and calling me. "Mommy! Help! Mommy, help me!"

When I came around the corner, this is what I found.

Mr. Independence spied the play dough on the kitchen counter, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. Except his chair tipped over before he was securely on the kitchen counter (never mind the fact that he is not allowed on the kitchen counter), and then he was stuck.

It's wise to make sure you can independently pull off the plan before you try something you're not allowed to do.

Foiled again.