It wasn't purely a dream. I was napping one afternoon, and as I sank into the in-between, I was thinking about the French word, 'revenant' (not sure why). Then I thought of my son, and having to explain about French, and all those letters you don't pronounce.

The next thing I knew, he was filling a sack with all the useless letters that he was going to take away from the French.

I saw a host of angry French folk, outraged and shouting at this impertinent, disruptive child. And I saw my son, with the knee-high sack at his feet, shouting back, "But you're not even using them!"

Well, that woke me with a start. He really is just like that.