I was over at my parents' tonight with my uncle from Calgary, and his wife and sons. The oldest of the two kids grew about a feet since I last saw them and he's much taller than I am, of course, and we found that even the youngest, at age 12, is also about an inche taller than me. Insulting.
It also happened that when I picked up Youngest's plate to hand it to him, the chicken leg on it slipped out of the plate. He spent the whole evening telling me I had killed his chicken, hence the following convo before they all left, last line being my quote du jour :

Youngest : Bye, chicken murderer !
Oldest : I don't call her chicken murderer, I just call her Short Cousin Quartz.