|Tucking myself into one of the living room chairs.|
Here's an example. For several weeks now, I have slowly but surely been insinuating myself into the ivory damask sofas in the living room. Mom puts the cushions up; I put the cushions down. Mom hides the cushions; I drag them out. After all, someone has to live in there. Why not me?
Dad, finally tiring of Mom's constant vacuuming, came up with a wise move. He covered one of the chairs with a cotton sheet, saving Mom the trouble of cleaning and making the chair even more comfy.
There you have it: the Tuck rule. I rule. Always.