Wanna Wrestle?

I may be in a super duper feather weight class, but as far as Mommy's concerned, I'm a worthy wrestling opponent. Our matches take place a couple of times a day on that thing Mommy calls a changing table. As soon as my back hits the mat, I do my signature crossover move to get to my knees and then stand up in the blink of an eye. That's when I gain my advantage, because usually by this point, Mommy is juggling with a diaper or clothes and trying to pin me back down at the same time. Now most of the time, she wins and I end up back on the mat, pinned down by a forearm or bribed into distraction with a toy, but sometimes, . . . sometimes, I am play hard and I am victorious! Mommy ends up calling the match and sets me free in my diaper until its time for a inevitable rematch.