Every family has someone like my elderly Aunt Mabel, who when she visits your home snoops into everything you own, and even samples things without asking. So maybe it wasn't a good time to hide in my house that prototype youth elixir I swiped from my employer's laboratory and hoped to sell on the Black Market.

Aunt Mabel came calling and quickly disappeared into my home. But soon, this baby girl was tottering around. Worst-case scenario flashed through my head. But I had to be sure.

"Are you Aunt Mabel?" I asked of the little girl. "No," she said. "Then did you drink some pink liquid I had hidden in the cellar?" I asked. "No," said the girl.

"Well, that pink stuff wasn't a new flavor of soda. It was a very powerful experimental youth elixir. Now did you drink any of it?" I asked once more. "I made a boo-boo," Aunt Mabel finally admitted. So I checked her diaper. Sure enough, that was the first truthful statement she made today!

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