I dreamt of sharks

In the dark of the night, Cola suddenly started crying in the bed next to me.

"What's wrong, Cola? Are you all right?"
Cola continue to cry even louder.  I sat up, and gave him a hug.  "Did you have a bad dream?"

Cola mumbled, "Yes. I dreamt."

"Silly piggy. What did you dream about?"

Cola couldn't find the words.  "Cola dreamt... Cola dreamt... a shark."

"A shark? What is the shark doing?"
"The shark is eating Cola ah."
"It's ok. Come over to Mami's side, I'll sleep with you."

After a little while, the single bed seemed really crowded, with a toddler and a 8-month baby bump.

I suggested, "Now could you want to go back to your own bed?"

Cola refused. "No there's sharks on that bed."

"Well, how about Mami going on that bed? Shall I let the sharks eat me instead?"
"Yes, let the sharks eat Mami."

Right, my son has just sacrified me to the gods of nightmares.