In chronological order

R has fallen and scraped his knee at the play-scape at McDonald’s and is in need of comforting.

R — Can I sit in your lap?

Mom — What am I going to do when you are too tall and too heavy for me to hold in my lap?

R — I’ll never be too tall.

Mom — One day you’ll be taller than me.

R — I’ll never be taller than you, because I started my life after you.

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