My boy

Yesterday, I was upstairs and called down to ask Franklin to put the lasagna in the oven. A bit later, he calls up to me that he thought he was setting the timer on the microwave, but it turns out that it was the clock, and the lasagna will be ready when the clock says it's four o'clock.
I then asked him if it had occurred to him to reset the clock, then set the timer. It, of course, had not.
And he didn't take the hint-when I went downstairs, the clock was still set to the wrong time.



Now, is it just us, or does sort of thing happen in other homes?
Do your kids seem to have come from another planet entirely?