Tito, pictured, is our loveable little weirdo. He has a strange habit that I find both amusing and slightly creepy. He likes to watch me go to the bathroom. Seriously. I like to think he does this not because he's just a perv, but because he heard that girls like to go to the bathroom with their friends, thus meaning he considers me to be his BFF. Which is really sweet. Especially when you consider that means he chose me above his brother, Mr. Belding, and Michael. Yay, me!
Anywho, without delving too much into TMI (or is it a little late for that?), this is how the routine goes:
I walk into the bathroom, and leave the door open a crack. Hearing this, little Tito comes trotting in behind me and shuts the door fully (so polite, he likes me to have privacy... aside from him). I sit down, and he weaves in and out of my legs lovingly as cats do, waits for me to scratch behind his ears, then jumps on the counter and waits patiently. I do my thing, flush (duh), wash the hands (cleanliness is next to godliness), and open the door. I then say "let's go!" and he jumps down and trots back out.
Tito: crazy or genius? You decide.
