Another Way In Which My Offspring Are Weird

No matter how many times it happens, I never get over the shock of walking into one of the bathrooms in my house and seeing this:

This is the handy work of my oldest son.  Every time he sits down on the toilet, he covers the seat with not one, but two layers of toilet paper.  The whole seat.

Because I'm super intelligent, I've deduced that Cameron either hates a cold toilet seat, or he suffers from selective germaphobia.  The kind that does not exist in his bedroom, but rages out of control in the bathroom. 

Honestly, the toilets might not be clean enough to eat off of, but it's not like we live at a truck stop.