And let me preempt the "price of genius" retorts this time by sharing this experience. It happened last week, but I haven't had the time to do the story justice until now.
He had a loose tooth and was constantly putting his fingers in his mouth and messing with it, etc. It was his fourth or fifth loose tooth, and all others had previously come out with a lot of angst and worry in the build-up to the actual loss/removal, only for it to be no big deal once the moment came. Probably a pretty typical emotional trajectory for losing one's baby teeth.
He wanted to look at the wiggly tooth in the mirror. He was anxious for it to come out because the Tooth Fairy is his only reliable source of income. We tried to give him an allowance for a few weeks, before abandoning it because he would often argue about doing his single chore (using the electric sweeper around the house and under his place setting at the table after dinner every night) and he eventually declined to do his single chore often enough that we weren't going to keep paying him, and he was more or less fine with that once it became clear that we were trying to teach him something and that the purpose of his allowance wasn't just because we wanted to give him free money. He would rather be poor than learn a lesson he doesn't want to learn...
Anyway, he decided to go look in the mirror in our small powder room bathroom.
The mirror is mounted too high for him to see himself from standing on the floor. So he climbed up onto the toilet so he could climb onto the small sink/counter in order to see himself.
But he didn't close the lid to the toilet.
In what should come as no surprise to almost anyone who has spent more than a day or two observing the principles of physics which govern this planet, the toilet seat on which he had most of his body weight slipped a bit, causing him to fall, and plunge one socked foot into the toilet, and one foot on the floor.
He immediately panicked, and had no idea what to do next ("how do I get my foot out of the toilet?!" - uh, remove it???), screaming and yelling for help.
Mrs. Doom and I both heard the commotion from different parts of the house, and ran to see what Serious Calamity must have happened in order to generate so much noise and spazzery.
I just lifted him up and his foot came right out - he wasn't stuck at all, just vapor locked by the unfamiliarity of the stupid predicament that he put himself into.
He was very nervous confronting the issue of "whether that's poop and pee water" (the only, and I mean ONLY reason that it wasn't, was because someone else besides him was the last one to use that particular toilet...) so it's looking like he's got some issues to work out before he's ready to begin his internship at the Poop Factory with @Scheiss Meister.
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He has a stepstool in a different bathroom which allows him to easily see himself in that mirror.