When I grow up

We were watching a movie with the kids. In one scene, the heroine has infiltrated the criminal mastermind’s compound, wormed her way through the laser security system, only to encounter a group of gun-toting henchman. In the midst of the ensuing fight scene in which she kicks, punches, and performs various other acrobatics to overpower three adversaries, Eden turns to me and says, in her most serious two-year-old voice, “I wish I could do that.”