I think I broke it.

Here's the scene:

Travis, age 5, politely asks for some white milk.

Sophie, 18 months, upon hearing the word "milk" makes a beeline for the kitchen table. She starts clambering up the tall kitchen chairs sitting at the table. Of course, she chooses Travis's favorite seat.

Mom pours a cup of milk and calls young Travis to the table. Meanwhile, she attempts to one-handedly swipe Sophie out of the chair and move her to the more appropriate booster seat.

Mom quickly finds out that darling, determined Sophie will not give up that easily. She has set her sights on the coveted end chair and will not be deterred. She grabs hold tight with both hands, and, as Mom lifts Sophie off the chair, Sophie brings the chair with her.

Turns out, Sophie, strong as she is, cannot hold onto said tall kitchen chair for longer than about one-point-two seconds. Chair drops out of her hands, precariously topples for a moment, then crashes to the floor.

Directly atop Mom's pinky toe.

Ouch.