So my oldest son, who proudly specializes in annoyance, comes into the kitchen, stands real close, pulls his shoulders back, puffs out his chest, looks down his nose and with a glint in his eye says, "You are so short."
Grinning, he adds, "I'm just not intimidated by you at all anymore," in a tone of voice suggesting it was ludicrous to ever have been cowed.
Well, boy, I should think not being as you've got me by 5 inches and 50 pounds. That being said, guess who has the car keys and such arcane knowledge as food making and the navigation of bureaucratic institutions? Uh huh. C'est moi. You may be large, but your days of sucking up have only begun.