My optimistic side tells me she must figure it out someday. She must! She doesn't simply have ham parents - she's literally being squashed by them. She looks about 3 or 4 years old now, too little to know any better, but eventually, I hope every smash, mash and squash that poor kid endures created inner rage to build over time.  You know how annoying it is to be repeatedly poked by a sibling. Repeatedly being forced to play the inside of a ham (tee hee) sandwich has got to be unimaginably worse.