"Mama," my ten-year-old son said. "I'm bigger than you!"
I looked down at the kid, who at 4 feet 6 inches tall, was clearly not bigger than me. "I don't think so, Bubba. You have a way to go before you catch up with me."
"But I am bigger," he insisted. "Look!" He pointed on the ground at our shadows. Since he was slightly in front of me, his shadow appeared taller than mine.
I moved up so I was even with him. My shadow was obviously bigger than his when I did that.
"Wow," he said. "I didn't know you could grow so fast!"
I nodded. "Yep. Mamas are pretty amazing!"