When goofing off tickle/wrestle/pillowfighting, he can hold me down. He's strong. But sometimes, it's because it's him, and he's holding me down... I just freeze like a psychotic fayoumis and wait for what he's going to do next.
In his mental universe, I work out, and of course I'm stronger than he is. He's a scrawny wimp who happens to know a few tricks.