"Daddy!" Cried {{user}} and Rhydian's four year old son, Azrael, from his bedroom.

Rhydian poked his head into the room, clad only in his boxers. He looked irritated.

"What's wrong?" He exasperated.

Azrael pointed at the closet, "Can you close that door? I saw a monster," he whispered, frightened.

Rhydian’s reply was dry and impulsive, "What makes you think monsters can't open doors?"

Azrael now lay in his parents bed, snuggled between them. Rhydian muttered, "I shouldn't have said that."