M: What if monsters come in our house?
B: They can’t. Remember, we have an alarm.
M: (pause to think) But what if they eat the alarm?
Swift thinking, kid. I tried to convince him that monsters are simply misunderstood, that if they came to our house we would invite them in and feed them chicken parmesan sandwiches and send them on their merry way. He told me we could also call animal control.