"Mommy, I saw the monster again!" Taylor sobbed, clutching his mother's skirt. "It was in the bathroom, staring at me through the window."
His mother comforted the young boy, saying there was no such thing as monsters. He must've imagined it.
"Okay," Taylor sniffed. Like any boy his age, his thoughts soon wandered. "Can I go outside tomorrow? I want to play with the other kids"
"You know you're sick, dear," his mother explained, reaching as if to stroke his head, but pulling her hand back at the last moment. "Not until you're all better."
Taylor ran off to his bedroom to play, and his mother rounded on her husband, standing sheepishly in the corner.
"I can't believe you left the door to the bathroom unlocked! You know how he gets around mirrors."