David and I are in the bathroom getting ready for his bath. Rose knocks on the door and then comes in drooping shoulders, lower lip pouted out. She is in full ballerina regalia—tutu, leotard, headband with beads and pink bows, even a flowing pink scarf.

R: My monsters don't like my Halloween costume.
D: Well, monsters are like Oscar the grouch, right? They like trash.

Rose is unconvinced by my logic and leaves still dejected.

Another knock on the door. David and I are now in the bathtub where he is trying to stand, and I am trying to convince him to sit. Rose comes in stripped to her underpants full of confidence.

R: I told my monsters if they said that to me I would cut their house in half.
D: So, did they stop?
R: Yes.