I was washing dishes the other night and heard a scream. It wasn't a cry, just an "oh shit" scream. This is how I found him.
He somehow managed to get stuck in the bottom of the bar stool. He must have climbed over the bottom rung and his right foot didn't make it down with him. Once I helped him in the stool he then tried to walk and push the stool along with him. Then he tried to get out by going head first into the hardwood floor. OY!