DREAM HOLIDAY
Feb 04, 2021
5 minutes
By Allie Reynolds
Alfie looked up from his Lego. ‘When are we going on our skiing holiday, Mum?’
‘In three days,’ I said.
‘That’s 72 hours,’ Alfie said cheerfully. ‘Or 4,320 minutes.’
I ruffled his hair. ‘I’m glad you’re excited.’
‘I had a dream about our holiday last night,’ he said. ‘We had strawberry sandwiches for dinner and we bought lots of red things.’
I laughed. ‘What a funny dream.’
Red was Alfie’s favourite colour at the moment. He was obsessed with all things red.
‘And we slept in a little house with wheels.’ Alfie held up his Lego construction. ‘Look, Dad.’
Connor came over to look at it. ‘A caravan?’
Alfie nodded.
He had a strange sort of sixth sense, our son
Connor and I exchanged looks. He had a strange
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