I don't know why

Two days ago I walked upstairs and followed a curious fruity smell into the bathroom.  On the floor was a pillow.  Will had ripped off the allergy case and the cloth that covered it.  So the pillow was a lumpy, cottony mess carefully covered with a bottle of apricot body wash.  He covered the apricot body wash layer with an entire package of pads that he had taken out of the plastic wrappers and had removed the backings from the adhesive.  He carefully covered the entire "pillow" with two layers of pads and discarded the plastic wrappers by the door.  The backings were left in a different pile.  When I moved one of the pads to take a closer look at the orange body wash Will ran over and fixed his art installation.