My mother, sister, nephew and I stopped on the side of the road, which happened to be at a family cemetery, so my mom could turn off her cell phone. This was on halloween night. My 2 year old nephew looked up at the grave yard and said "Nanny, there's three babies" and starts to open the car door. 

My mom asked him where and he pointed over toward a couple grave stones. He then started to motion for them to come to where he was, and said "come here babies lets play". Well, I was starting to get a little freaked out needless to say, but what really caused the hair to stand up on the back of my neck is when he looked at us and said "over there", and pointed straight to my grandmother's grave. 

Out of the blue, he said the nickname "PJ" (which is my brother, my nephew's daddy). My grandmother used to always call my brother PJ, never have we ever called him that and no way could that child have heard it anywhere, because no one ever calls my brother that but my grandma, and she passed away. 

At that moment my mother was like "Daylan, where did you hear that name" and he said her. He pointed at her grave and then said "I guess thats my daddy!". I burst out in tears and I know deep down in my heart, that child saw something that we couldn't.