Tom is complaining that he is hungry.

Melissa: "So what do you want?" [note that this is a simple question, in no way guaranteeing I will get him anything.]
Tom: "Well... I had hot dogs. And I had a peanut butter sandwich. So I don't want either of those."
"Uh-huh..."
"I tried to have some carrots, but it didn't go so well."
"..?"
"But I needed ranch dressing." [this is the only sort of vegetable he will eat willingly - baby carrots with ranch dressing. such a little boy.]
"We should have some..?"
"We did. But I got it in my hair."

He's refusing to tell me how this happened, but he thinks there's still some there.