big and small, bedtime stall

I can't remember what book we borrowed from the library that prompted Hank's comparison game, but like sudden onset dehydration, it has worked as a bedtime stall more than once recently.

I am bigger than Charles the lion, and smaller than my crib.
You are bigger than a book and smaller than Daddy.
I am bigger than that screw and smaller than the refrigerator.
Jupiter is bigger than Earth and smaller than the universe.
I am bigger than Nora and smaller than an alligator.

I refrain from any lawyerly objection to his past 8pm testimony. His brain is not ready to turn off, and as I listen I find myself feeling everything but sorry about letting him stay up a little late.