silence is ominous

I should have known that it was too quiet.

I was showering and couldn't hear Andy in his room, banging around as he normally does with his toys.

When I got out and listened, the silence continued. And the house smelled funny, like formaldehyde.

I called, "Andy! What are you doing?"

"Nothing Mommy. I'm just cleaning the windows."

I went into my bedroom, and there he was beside the bed, quietly spraying red Chloraseptic Sore Throat Spray all over the glass. And wood. And wall.

The bedroom smells like a dissection lab.