Monsters?

Two nights ago I was putting Abbie to bed. She was in her crib and I was sitting next to the crib. I wiggled my toes and they cracked. She heard it and told me it was monsters. I tried to convince her that it was just my toe, but she decided that before she could sleep she needed to get out of bed and check under the crib to make sure there were no monsters.

Then, last night I was putting her to sleep and, again, she said "monsters." I told her that that's why there are all these lovey bears in her crib. They protect her from monsters. I'm not sure that implicitly acknowledging the existence of monsters was the best idea, but this is what happens when she throws these curve balls at me.