Miss Priss was crying in the middle of the night. Mr. Husband went in her room to comfort our two year old who was crying. . . MONSTERS SCARE YOU. Poor girl had a nightmare about monsters I suppose. I can remember as a child having bad dreams. I also remember The comfort that came when a parent came to the rescue. I spent the remainder of the night by her side happy to comfort her and optimistic that this helped confirm her knowledge that her mamma and dada are here for her day and night.