Wes Craven couldn’t write anything scarier than rounding the corner to see your smirking toddler on the other side of the locked baby gate and coming to the instant, bone-chilling realization that they have just defeated the last baby proofing tool in the house.

You’ll be on the most important phone call of your life and your toddler will walk up to you and hand you a tampon, Amelia Earhart’s biography, a roll of masking tape, a bent fork, a single piece of cat kibble and fully expect you to drop everything to go on their unhinged, classified side quest.

mary shelley’s frankenstein is a timeless classic that dares to ask the question which one of these mfers is supposed to be the monster.