We're in the kitchen, Wyatt's in footed pj's and I have my back turned. So all I heard was the thump and the sound of something rattling on the pantry door. I turned around to see Wyatt sprawled feet first into the open door, one foot slightly wedged under the wire shelf on the door.
Before I can get a word out, I hear a little voice say, "don't worry! I okay! I chasing Millie."
Whew! And for a second there I thought I was still in charge around here.