About two weeks ago, Fintan was playing with a little girl.
After a time, he turned to her and said: "Do you have any brothers?" perhaps because young boys like Fintan, three, generally prefer the company of boys to girls - until they hit their teens of course.
She said no.
He looked at her and nodded in the presence of the girl's mother: "A brother is coming.", he prophesied.
Oddly, that evening, we got a call from England. The wife of one of my brothers had just given birth to a baby boy. Fintan hadn't known of the pregnancy so the timing of his remark and the subsequent birth were an interesting coincidence.
The new boy may not have been a "brother", but he was a boy cousin. That would have to do.
What was most amusing about it is that he made his prophesy with such assurance - and sure enough a new life did begin, though not quite the one required by the letter of his remark. Funny.
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