Table & Chairs

I recently went to a kids consignment sale, my favorite kind of shopping adventure.  Among other treasures, I picked up a small table and two chairs for Abby.  They're not of the greatest of construction, but I figured they would hold us over until we can purchase a sturdier set.  

The best part?  Guess how much I paid.  Just guess.

Five stinking dollars.  Go me.

I set up the table in the dining room while Abby was napping.  When she came downstairs she made a beeline to it and immediately climbed on the chair.  

  
The she played with some of her toys at the table for a while.  

Sitting on the chair allowed Abby to easily manipulate her empty oatmeal canister and wooden craft sticks.  (We're very high-tech in this house.)

When Abby wanted to get down from the chair she had a little trouble.  Her feet don't quite reach the floor yet.

She started to push her chair away from the table.

She pushed.



And pushed.



And pushed.



And pushed some more.  



At this point she looked over at me as to say "Why are you still playing with that stupid camera, mom?  Can't you see I need help?!"