Well, At Least There's No Hidden Agenda Dept
[The Peril's four-year-old "nieces" Deion and Denae are spending the evening at Uncle Kenny's house.]
DENAE [pointing at the tea jar]: Uncle Kenny, is that a cookie jar?
UNCLE KENNY: Nope, that's...I'm not sure what that is, actually.
ANNA [from her seat at the kitchen table]: That's tea, Papa.
UNCLE KENNY: That's the tea jar, Denae.
DENAE: Can I see inside it?
[Uncle Kenny flips open the lid, lifts Denae into the air, lets her look for a second, and then sets her down.]
UNCLE KENNY: There you go.
DENAE [without missing a beat, pointing at the big latching sugar cannister next to the tea jar]: Is that the cookie jar?
UNCLE KENNY [who knows this one without help]: No, dai, that's the sugar jar.
DENAE: Can I look inside it?
UNCLE KENNY [grinning]: Sure. [Picks her up again, and then as she gazes down into the sugar jar from above...] So, are you just going to keep on going until you find the cookie jar?
DENAE [cheerfully and firmly]: Yep.