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.