At six a.m. this morning my three-year-old crawled into bed with me, put her head under the covers and said, "I have to hide from the monsters." She often mentions monsters and never seems particularly bothered by them. In fact, the whole putting her head under the covers was new. Still, she didn't seem particularly upset.
I assured here there were not monsters in our house (note that I used the qualifier "in our house"). I told her, the only people in the house are me, your mom and your sisters.
She pointed out into the darkness of the bedroom and said, "No. There's a monster right there."
I could see just well enough to tell that there was no monster where she was pointing, and I said so.
"I don't like scary monsters," she said. "When they come, they want to get me all dressed up."
"Yes. And I don't like getting dressed up."
Scary monsters. They're the worst.