Elana, my Little Martial Artist

I got home from work last night and found Elana in an energetic mood.  She was twirling around.  If I would grab her she would strike out with her hand.  She has not got around to kicking.  She is still a little wobbly on her legs.  It looked like someone had fashioned nunchucks out of two mini flashlights.  She kept walking around me swinging them like Bruce Lee.  It was as if she was daring me to reach in.  Every once in a while, she would hit the floor with her weapon.  Getting worried that I was next, I took her weapon and put it up.  I was hit with a barrage of hits and a mad scowl.