In Which Miles Intends To Prove Me Wrong

I was preparing Miles for the idea of going to bed (a concept saturated from beginning to end with bargaining and scheming, on both parts). He started in with his typical protest about monsters ("mon-thterds") coming out of his closet. I told him he didn't need to worry because there are no monsters in Mommy's house. He said, "Mommy, there ARE mon-threrds. I need to take my camera to sleep with me, 'cause I will show you."