I knew it would happen!

In my bedroom, we have two very large recliners that we sit, lay, or recline to watch tv or even sleep sometimes.  They were made specially for us, and are very comfortable. I throw a quilt over each one to make sure we are truly comfortable, and indeed, they are.  I am in one of them in the picture of last night's post with Little Joe and Lucky. I have one, and PaPa has his.
Many times the Gentle Giant has tucked Little Joe under his arm to watch TV together in his recliner, and usually Little Joe succumbs to slumber in his comfy PaPa coccoon.  I have often wondered what I would do if Little Joe got under the foot rest when it was up and I was in the chair.  Wonder no more.
Today, I was watching Little Joe as usual, and he was trying to stand on his own as he has been doing for some time. He was actually balancing in front of PaPa's  recliner, which I was sitting in, and when I went to get out of the recliner,  the foot rest popped up and just barely hit Little Joe in the back of his head, pushng him forward. He immediately fell, and instead of trying to get back up, he rolled UNDER the foot rest and the chair. He was crying, but I could tell it was from frustration instead of pain.  I was absolutely stuck in the chair, because if I tried to get out, the foot rest would come down and squash Little Joe.  Since I am a rather large person, it was proving difficult to manuver out of the chair without putting the footrest down.  I tried to reach under the footrest to get him, but he hunkered even further under, and then, when I couldn't reach him, started crying louder.  At that time, I didn't know if he was hurt, and I didn't know how to get out of the chair either.  With great effort, somehow I managed to get  over the side of the chair while keeping one foot under the footrest so that it wouldn't collapse on the baby. My recliner is right next to the one I was stuck in, and so I flopped myself into that chair, holding the footrest up and calling to Little Joe at the same time.  Once I was out of the recliner, the footrest stayed up on it's own, and I was able to get down on the floor, crawl under the offending chair and pull Little Joe out.  He clung to me as if it was the end of the world, all the while crying and whimpering, trying to let me know that he did not understand why he got stuck in the first place, and why I didn't get him right out. Staggering to my knees, and then getting on my feet and collapsing in the other chair,  I hugged and cradled him, crooning to him and caressing his little face. He calmed down, began looking around, and decided he had been babied enough. I gave him a kiss, and set him down among his pile of toys, and right away, he made a beeline to go under the raised footrest again!  Little buggar!  Now, I have to sit in my exceptionally comfortable, quite large and perfect recliner with the footrest down, meaning that I can't recline in it if Little Joe is in the room playing on the floor.  Well, I wondered how long it would take for him to discover the wonderland under the recliner, and now I know!