My oldest child has reached 48 inches.
This summer, we have been frequenting our local waterslide park. There are lots of slides that are fun for kids of all ages (and Hubby), but two of the slides require riders to be four feet tall to ride them. Each time we go to the park, A. asks to be measured, hoping to get the coveted “4” stamp on her hand. Last time, the man told her, “maybe next year” as she missed the mark by maybe 1/4 inch. This time, the girls in charge of measuring granted her wish! She got stamped with her “4” and rushed off with Daddy to ride the “big” slides. And I’ll admit, I took advantage of her company, and enjoyed a few rides with her on the “big” slides, myself.