New Found Independence?

Charlie has decided he is old enough to be dressing and undressing himself. The problem is, he just can't do it. Yesterday it took him a good ten minutes of struggling, grunting, and groaning behind a closed bathroom door before he would finally relent and open the door to let me help him get his pants down to use the potty. Afterwards, I had to watch him flop around like a fish (literally lying on the floor rolling around) while he tried to hike his pants up. Doesn't help that every single pair of his jeans is one size too small for him, does it? Bad mommy.