Yeah, so you used to be seventeen, but now you're a baby four year old who can't reach high shelves anymore.

[Is John going to lord his new position of being older over Dave? Yeah, definitely.

Still, more gloating can wait. He's just able to see the tree that Dave had fallen out of a few minutes ago, and he quickly jogs over to make sure that Dave can't get too far away. Sure enough, he soon sees a familiar, if much smaller, mop of blonde hair.]

There you are!