That stuff we don't eat for dinner

E: "Mommy, can I have something?"
Me: "What?" (somewhat gruffly, because nothing good ever comes after this question)
E: "That stuff."
Me: "What stuff?"
E: "That stuff that we don't eat for dinner."
Me: "What in the heck are you talking about?"
E: "That stufffffffffffff" (slightly whiny, mostly irritated tone)
Me: "Well, I just don't know what you're talking about and have no clue what you want."
E: "I'll show you..."

(walks over to chair, drags chair to pantry, opens pantry, stands up and pulls out a Reeces peanut butter cup...)

E: "THAT stuff we don't eat for dinner."

She can't remember the word "dessert" to save her life.