As a toddler, my youngest brother was beyond curious, and his curiosity was almost destructive. He would waddle around our home on his young legs trying to find the next mess to make, however this was also his habit when the two of us decided to go to visit relatives. One of his number one things I enjoy doing was push buttons, then while going to see our Grandparents home 1 weekend, my brother discovered the control machine that controlled their heating and air conditioner, although he was small, he was determined and found a way to hoist himself up and almost reach the buttons on the control unit, but my Grandpa caught him, the first time, so he was not successful. This, but, did not stop him, however determined to push the pristine pale white buttons on the control unit, he waited until no 1 was looking. As the two of us all sat around chatting, the two of us felt a cool blast of air come through the vents, where once before heat had been. Then, the program roared again and the heating program kicked on once again. My Grandparents were uneasy something was wrong with their heating and cooling system. As my Grandpa walked away to investigate the system, cold air once again started coming through the air conditioner. The two of us also noticed that my brother was missing, but the two of us soon heard him squeal as my Grandpa scooped him up and away from the control unit. My Grandpa reset the control machine so that the cool air was once against upgraded by the warmth of the oil furnace, then nothing was wrong with the heating and cooling system, just a curious boy with a need to push buttons.