You all realize that he's sitting in my lap and not standing next to me, right? I mean, he's definitely tall (and especially heavy) for a 4-year-old, but he's not a mere half-head shorter than me. He probably comes up to somewhere around my waist or thereabouts.

Happy fourth, to the spare -- isn't that how siblings are described in hereditary monarchies, like, in case the elder dies a bleeding death from shallow gene pool induced haemophilia? -- and congrats in order to the dad, whose facial hair is actually coming in discernibly. Certainly, it's not Loog-worthy apeness, but still....