I left her in her room for her daily nap. Twenty minutes into it, I hear "Help! Help! Help me please! Help!"
She is not one to cry wolf, so I ran up the stairs trying to imagine what she could have gotten herself into.
She was sitting in her bed, wearing her Dora life jacket... and struggling to clip the fasteners.
She looked up. "I'm not very good at this. I think I need some help."