I still recall when my mom split a piece of cheese between me and the neighbor kid. She was 5 or so, I was 7. She took her half of the cheese and started mincing it into these teensy little itty bitties. When I asked her what the heck she was doing, she looked at me like it was the dumbest question she''d ever heard and said "I''m making more cheese. I''ll have more than you now." Oh. Duh!