[ if there's any comfort, sheryl - you're not alone in the confusion upon first learning about this fact. daylight is often confused by his own creation when he puts some thought into it. it's good.

meanwhile, daylight tilts his helm, looking more puzzled than ever. he tried to figure out how to word this properly without making this more awkward. it's hard, surprisingly! ]

Um... Yes... My mom delivered me... I was, um, tinier back than. [ a little pause, as if he's trying to figure out the proper words. ] Human-tiny.

I had a growth spurt when I was in my fifties, give or take.