Alas, I was one second too late. I was sitting at my kitchen desk when I heard a rumbling near the pantry. Before I could even get out of my seat I could hear the crinkling of the bag. I screamed out, "Nooooooooooooo". But, it was too late. The half full bag of pretzels were on the kitchen floor. Carter had reached up onto the countertop and pulled the bag down. Between my yelling 'no' and the bag hitting Carter on the way down, he started crying. But only for a second, then all was well.