Shaving

Ruby and I are hanging out in the living room and C is off in the bedroom quietly entertaining himself. I thought he was practicing dressing himself (i.e. playing in his drawers). Then I heard a faint little C-voice, full of delight, saying “Shaving!” Something is not right, though I know that the razors and shaving cream are safely stowed where C would not be able to get them. I go to investigate and find C with the sun block smeared all over his face, ready to “shave”.