The logic is very logic

I don't see it at first, but Finn has somehow got hold of my camera, which he's treating very nicely indeed, but with very sticky fingers, and I quickly rescue it and put it up on a shelf.
The tantrum is out of this world. The shriek is ear-piercing. The face is red as the Golden Gate Bridge itself.
But faster than you can say "baconnaise", he regains control, walks in to the bathroom, and comes out with my face-wash which he very determinedly sticks up his nose, all the while looking at me with dark eyes.

I guess it makes sense. If you can't play with mummy's toys, do damage to the toiletries instead.