When my daughter was about 3, she was helping me fold clothes. I was short a sock. I said something about the washer eating socks. She said, “How do you know it was the washer? Unless you count the socks before you put them in the dryer, you could be blaming the washer for something the dryer is doing.” I knew then I was in trouble. Flawless logic from a 3 year old.
Nah, it’s aliens. It’s gotta be.