A Prisoner in My Own Home

I put Alexis to bed over an hour ago. She wanted to take her favorite book, I Love You Through and Through, with her, so I obliged. She's been reading the book over and over and over and over FOREVER. Now I'm a prisoner in her room. I don't think she knows I'm in here, but if I try to make a run for it, she definately will. I want to leave, but the pages keep turning and she keeps jibbering along. Oh how I wish I had escapted when I had a chance . . . I imagine this must be how Paris Hilton feels right about now.