Sometimes when the son gets too quiet, there's bound to be some mischief.
Yesterday as the husband was busy doing some brewing, he heard the room door slammed shut and thought nothing of it, first. When he looked up to find the son, he wasn't anywhere in the living room or at his usual play area. So the husband went to looked for him and found him in our bedroom.
He had somehow turned on the air-con, managed to closed the window and was happily lathering himself with my Palmer's stretch mark cream.
And when the husband walked in, he even gave an audible gasp.
For that, the son was slapped on the thigh as punishment. To his credit, he did looked guilty when caught in the act though.