I got Sam's toothbrush ready this morning, and she was trying to get water on it by herself. She disapears on me and I am saying, "Sam, where did you go?" She turns the corner of the bathroom carrying a rather heavy wooden stepstool and says "get step stool!" She proceeds to put it on the floor exactly where she wants it and climbs up and starts getting her toothbrush ready. I was so proud of her.