I need a rest

I was lying down on the floor last night when Alannah suddenly started "wrestling" with me. She would stand on my chest, jump on my tummy or put her head against my face and would also try to push my head with her foot! Marisa started wondering where on earth she learned to wrestle. She must have seen it somewhere (hint: TV?) but she said it was her own idea. She would take breaks in between "rounds" - drink water and then come back to tackle me down (well, I am not allowed to get up.) She even thought of putting a pillow on my face! One thing is for sure - she gets grumpy when she is not winning.