Foolish, foolish auntie. This game is infinitely funny. My only line of defense was to just fail to get up when he tugged on my finger after awhile. "Missa! Get up!"
I am doomed.
I had something more coherent to say about picking up and putting down books, but I think it can wait for a time when I have not recently had a glass of pinot grigio and then repeatedly gotten up and fallen down.
*Because gaaldine gave it to me for random moments of whimsy