If you've ever wrestled with a three-year-old, you'll know how difficult it is to control your strength while the annoyance and frustration grows inside you. The three-year-old will go all out, using every ounce of strength and treating the wrestling as if life and death depended on it. For seriously wresting with a three-year-old is quite the experience. Maple had snuck up on me and straddled me while I was sitting in the floor. She had her small legs wrapped around my chest as she threw fists and whined. I had no idea what I had done to deserve to deal with her tantrum but I was the only one in the room and calling for help would rob me of my dignity. Physically, I was an actual UFC champion compared to her, but there was the issue of her being an actual child. I couldn't exactly hit her
