Independence Day?

In preparation for our annual camping trip, I confirmed our bike reservations yesterday.  To do so, I needed to measure JT's height.  Last year, I reserved a bike for a 4 foot 11 inch kid.  This year, I needed a bike for a kid who is 5 foot 3 inches tall.

I am 5" 3'.  Gulp.

This has occurred despite the fact that the boy lets not a single vegetable pass by his lips (and, as I frequently explain to him, ketchup does not count as a veg).  It's an ice cream, chip, and cookie-fueled development, all this height.  He's not a boy nearly as much as he's a young man. 

Good golly.