"Mom, Help!"

This morning I was in the kids' bathroom, fixing Tess's hair for school.  Miles was finishing breakfast and I heard him drag the bar stool over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands off.  (I try to encourage him to use the bathroom sink, because it's shorter and there's a stool always there, at the ready...but lately he really likes to wash off in the kitchen sink.)  Anyway, I heard a thud and I could tell that he had knocked the stool over.  I figured he'd just pick it up and then come in his room to get dressed, but I heard a "Mom, help!"  I told him to hold on, because I was right in the middle of a braid.  Again, he yelled "mom, help! ...I'm stuck!" 

I came into the kitchen and had my good laugh for the day: