I want my hat

T wanted to wear his hat this morning

Daddy, the flash is too bright:

Dream

Me: "Did you have good dreams?" T (after sleeping in my bed most of the night): "There was no dream in your bed" Me: "Was there a dream in your bed?" T: "No, there was no dream in my bed either, but yesterday there was a dream in my bed"

I want something

T got out of bed the other night sometime after 9pm, well after his bed time, and shuffled down the hall while we were relaxing, watching TV. I went to meet him in the hall and T looked at me with a smile, "I want something." I asked him what he wanted. He replied "Parmesan cheese." Chuckling, I said "ok." I picked him up and set him down on the kitchen counter while I got out the cheese and a knife. While I was cutting off a sizable chunk, T said, "I want one... two... all of them" while sticking up one, then two, and then five fingers on his outstretched hand. There was still the majority of the cheese wedge remaining which made his remark even more hysterical.