Gotta give her points for creativity

Sophie just came to the door (after being put to bed) in great distress. "Mama! I smell...there's a bad...I SMELL MONSTERS!"

When Erich and I managed to get our laughter under control, I asked her to explain. She said, "There's a monster in my room and he SMELLS BAD!"

She couldn't describe the smell, sadly. But she insisted, hand on heart, that she smelled monsters.