You and Fred were asleep. Fred walks in, wearing sweats and no shirt, your five year old daughter, Grace, was clinging to his hand. You give him a look saying 'what did you do?'.

Fred: "she told me to close her closet door because she saw a monster. I told her 'what makes you think monsters cant open doors'?" He says calmly and you give him another look

Fred looks down and Grace

Fred: "you're not even safe in here kiddo, they can walk too" he jokes

Graces eyes widen

Grace: "mommy!" She yells starting to cry, climbing onto your bed holding her bunny