I am not short

As Patrick and I passed each other in the hall yesterday, he suddenly stopped and announced, "I'm taller than you!" We have been doing a daily nose-to-nose comparison every morning for months now, and he was always just about half a centimeter shorter than me. That is no longer the case. I insisted on getting confirmation from impartial observers, but it is true: Patrick is now taller than I am. Only by about a hair's breadth, but still perceptibly taller. Now he likes to pat me on the head and call me "shorty". Especially in Spanish.
That now makes me officially the shortest person in my immediate household.
That does not make me "short", however, I just live with three tall men.