We've often suspected that Alex lives in a parallel universe that meets our own at some impossible vertex that is Alex himself. He sees the world from angles most of us just don't which leads us to believe that he will one day be either a great poet, a tremendous inventor, or out on the streets.
Just yesterday, my new egg poacher arrived via UPS. I thought I'd poach eggs and drop them on toast for a simple meal for the kids. Alex, who had only known hard boiled and fried eggs all his life was taken aback when he saw his dinner.
"What kind of animal do you suppose laid these eggs?" he asked aghast.
"A chicken, Alex."
"No, no, no," he wouldn't buy it, "These are much too big for chickens."