My teenage daughter is taller than me, now. And she's very proud of this fact. Every day she likes to stand next to me and look down at me.
"Mom, you're short!" she said. "You look like a toddler!"
"What do you mean, 'I look like a toddler'?" I retorted. "You're only a half inch taller than me!"
"You're tiny," she answered. "Have you ever seen what you look like next to Dad?"
"Yes. I'm shorter than your dad, but I don't look like a toddler!"
"Do too!" she said.
"Do not!" I replied.
My daughter grinned at me. "And you're acting like one, too!"
(But she started it!)