My magical boy

Master B has on three previous occasions displayed an uncanny gift of prophecy.

1) He said to his Dad, while waiting at the station for my train to arrive, that there were people throwing stones. My train was delayed... because people were throwing stones!

2) When walking through the front door of our house one day he swung his right arm back and forth saying; "A river used to run along here." In the cellar we later discovered fresh water running through the walls into a drain. It still does.

3) On a Saturday afternoon he suddenly became adamant that he build a bee hive. On the Sunday a swarm of bees landed in the bush across the road from our house!

And today number 4...

While gathering our things in the balcony of our local pool to go downstairs to collect Miss B he ripped a page from his notebook and asked me to make a paper plane. I explained we needed to go downstairs for Miss B and we'd make it there. 3 times he asked me despite my explanation. Going through the doors and looking up at the sky light at the top of the stairs he said "Oh, look!" caught in the sky light was a paper aeroplane! "When did you first see that?" I asked "Just now" he replied "am I magical?"