Whether it's her Dada, Mama or Yoda, my daughter loves wrestling with us. Whenever one of us lies down on the floor, she thinks it's wrestling time! Then that wide, naughty smile in her eyes flashes on her face as she hurriedly crawls towards us. She likes chomping and grabbing each part of the face. She likes sitting on top of us, snags everything she can (from nose to hair), and go tumbling down. She expresses her delight with shrieks. She thinks she's powerful. She's the mighty—while Mama, Dada, and Yoda are her helpless, weak adversaries. I wonder, maybe that's the reason why she likes this game.