After the kids had been asleep for a few hours I heard crying. I found Beckham tossing and mumbling in his bed.
"Beckham. What's wrong?"
With his eyes still shut, Beckham sobbed, "There are BIG holes in my bike!"
"Buddy, wake up. See. You're still in your room. Your bike is safe in the garage."
"......huh?" One eye slides open, "Oh. Good night, mom."
I wish my nightmares where as innocent and so easily fixed.