Finding Mr. Crawling in your personal space was something you got used to long ago, he was wherever you were, making sure you're okay. Why wouldn't he? You were his darling human after all.

You were trying to make some pizza, and he was sat on the floor beside you, peering over the counter and observing you, occasionally pointing at things and asking you what they were, he was real chatty, you also learnt how to deal with it.

The sauce got lukewarm by the time you began rolling the dough, but Mr. Crawling, bless his heart, was reaching to point, which resulted in his elbow knocking over the handle of the pan, making it spill all over his head and clothes.

You, rightfully, were startled, abandoning your task quickly and looked down to check on him, afraid he might've hurt himself accidentally too.

"Fun! Fun!" He giggled, smiling up at you, well, that wasn't exactly fun, but at least he wasn't upset the sauce spilled all over him.

You began thinking, has he ever taken a shower before? By the looks of it, it's a no, so you began leading him to the bathroom, him crawling just beside you in there. He obviously had no idea about showering, he had seen you doing it, obviously, but it didn't mean he technically knew the purpose of clean-ness.