Yesterday, my friend sent me this link to a $1,200 book being sold at Anthropologie.

You read that right -- that's one thousand two hundred dollars.

At first, I was completely flummoxed. Sure, it's made of fabric and handsewn, but what's the big deal? Then I saw the photo of the little boy with the book -- and the book is nearly as big as him!

It's a ginormous tome about everyday household monsters that move remote controls, steal socks and generally do all those pesky things sometimes kids are blamed for. In other words, perfect for your favorite little hellion.

Or, you know, me. I wouldn't mind taking a nap with that beauty.

However, I'm betting that no one I know -- or that you know, for that matter -- is going to lay down more than a grand for what amounts to a children's book, no matter who awesomely huge it is.

But someone, please, prove me wrong. If you've got a copy of "Monsters of the Household Variety," do send me some pictures!