Caleb's Bad Dream

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So apparently Caleb had a bad dream last night.  He woke up screaming bloody murder at midnight.  Being the good husband he is, Jon went in to take care of it. Six seconds later I heard the infamous, "NoooOOOO!!!!  I want MAMA!!!!"  So I hauled myself out of bed and sat with him for a few minutes.  He settled down so I went back to bed.  No sooner do I hit my pillow, he's crying again.  Jon mumbles, "I'd go get him but I'm not sure my ego can handle it."  Poor guy.  The "Noooo I want mama!" is just as hard on him as it is on me.  Most of the time, the boys view him as completely incapable of putting on shoes, helping them on the potty, cutting their fruit, or brushing their teeth.  He sounds defeated, so I go back in there and sit on the edge of Caleb's bed.  I can't help but wonder how we did this five times a night when they were infants.  Caleb settles down, I go back to bed.  Head meets pillow, kid screams out again.  You've got to be kidding me.  Back in I go.  I lean down to give him a hug and just lay there. He thinks I'm hugging him. But really I'm just trying to lay down and close my eyes.  I think about how convenient it is that God causes you such a lack of sleep when you are caring for twin newborns that it literally erases your memory.  Otherwise, no one in their right mind would ever have another child!  Caleb appears to be falling back to sleep, so I return to bed.  He attempts to cry out again. Jon and I both yell, "Go to sleep!" and the next thing I know, here I am at 7:00 in the morning downing my second cup of coffee.  I'm curious to see if Cal remembers when he wakes up.  I doubt it though, he doesn't remember the two times he's fallen out of bed so hopefully he won't remember his bad dream...  whatever it was.