Avoid Tin-Foil Hats

I have decided that aliens beam new knowledge into Eli’s brain when he’s asleep. It’s the only way I can explain how he has all of this knowledge from unknown sources. Today, after lunch, we all piled in the car to leave the restaurant. Eli pointed at the restaurant’s van parked beside it. “Phone number onna big truck!” Buh? How does the kid know what a phone number looks like?