My youngest daughter (Sadie) is, as the youngest children so often are, utterly fearless. At most every sign of and/or opportunity for danger, she smiles and goes for it. Perhaps it's just a front - a way that allows her a seat at the table owned and occupied by our older daughter who stands a good head higher and can be, at times, very hard to please. Perhaps, more scarily, it's actually true; she really is fearless...     This notion went partially bust last week when my wife and I wore woken by screams from Sadie's room. I should mention at this point that both of us are now reasonably adept at discerning the different pitches of each wail (so that we know what's wrong before we enter our children's respective room).     -- There's the "I'm not ready to have been put down even though it's an hour past my bedtime!" scream.   -- There's the "You left my room too soon (to catch Survivor season finale) and that's not nice!" scream.    -- There's the "I'm sick and need you to come rescue me - now!" scream.   -- There are many others, too.     This one, however, was not like anything we've ever heard before - not from our little one at least. It was the sound of a small child having a nightmare. My wife went to the source of the screaming in spite of my suggestion we give it a minute (or five) to see if things might calm down organically. She may shop organic but my wife is not one to let a crying child lie - particularly when it's one of ours. So while I texted the boxing coach to postpone the Golden Gloves training I had set her up for, Stacy (my wife) intervened and definitively diagnosed the cause to be on account of a monster.      I have nightmares all the time and my monsters are called demons and the kind professional in my life insist they are of my own making. They hit me in the form of a minor league panic attack at precisely 5:42AM EST each morning. I wake with a jolt of adrenaline that comes from a nightly build of fear and uncertainty over the future. (I'm still getting over my still recent exodus from corporate life.) I do some breathing exercises and remind myself I'm not the first guy to walk a different path and then fake it until a more proper waking time, 6:05.     Sadie didn't have to fake anything because her demons were allayed by my wife with the coolest thing ever - No Monster Spray. The concept came from a friend or a parenting publication and it worked. This small spray bottle, filled half-way with water and adorned by a "No Monsters" construction paper-based patch taped onto the front, is to be used only for combatting monsters and is generally used only for combatting monsters.    Each night it joins Sadie (along with her "Milk Baba", giraffe, bear, bunny, sheep, four Ugly Dolls, and her Baby Doll (named, appropriately enough, "Baby") and since introducing it to her crib, we haven't heard her since. Perhaps my next invention will be a "No Monster Spray" for adults. I'll be the first customer...