A/N: This was sort of prompted by janeklimt, thank yoooouu!

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Like most children, Alastair had immediately taken to Disney movies.

After the initial incentive from Joan the Holmes family had watch a Disney movie ever Saturday afternoon for the past 3 months.

This may not sound like a tremendous accomplishment, but if it were up to Sherlock, Alastair would grow up on detective novels, heist movies and documentaries on Discovery I.D.

The had started out with family films such as Lion King (although Sherlock argued that any film where the main character's father dies in front of him is too morbid for n 11 month old) and had moved their way to newer Pixar movies.

Cars had been an absolute hit with the baby boy who laughed most way through and payed attention most way through.

Sherlock enjoyed that one too, finding it most improbable but relishing in the laughs it provided.

As with most things the of secrecy Alastair had been at for most of his short life was too good to last, though they had tried to keep him absolutely safe for as long as possible.

Others than those in the immediate circle later worked it out.

Not long after the fad of running to the DVD renting store to grab a movie for their bundle of joy, Everyone found out.

Initially it was alright. Other than the odd, congratulating message, nothing was out of the ordinary.

The peace did not last however and before long they were bombarded with well wishes, requests for pictures, updates on his well being.

Sherlock and Joan had agreed that, if Everyone were to have found out about Alastair, he would not be involved in Sherlock's humiliating routines.

Everyone, upon hearing this whole heartedly agreed.

But they still insisted on gifts.

Unexpectedly one Friday evening a package arrived for the Holmes clan by the front door.

A small box, wrapped in brown paper.

Joan, puzzled, brought it in and dropped it on the counter.

"Sherlock, someone left us something! Again."

He hurried down the stairs, baby powder spilled all over his shirt and a naughty baby in his arms.

"Seems to be a dvd, probably from Everyone, they've found out about our little Conundrum." he said, planting a kiss on her head.

Joan took Alastair from his arms and he carefully opened the package. A note fell out, he read it aloud, "Dear Holmes', many congratulations, both on having a family and hiding it for so long."

Casting their attention to the dvd, Joan picked it up.

"Frozen. Looks cute, guess we have our movie for tomorrow."

"Frozen," Sherlock muttered, "why does this sound so familiar?"

Upon watching the film, Cars was booted from the position of Alastair's favourite movie.

He was absolutely taken by the snowy effects and music.

Olaf had also become his favourite being ever.

Chants of "La! La!" would signal it being time to put Frozen in.

He would be singing along to everything starting with the chanting, to Let It Go.

Sherlock soon realised why this sounded so familiar, and cringed at Joan's laughs after also noticing why this was so familiar.

It wasn't until a month later when another package arrived for Alastair.

When they opened it the baby shrieked with pure joy.

Inside the box was a Olaf onesie.

Joan to this day, has no clue where they found it or how they knew that he was his favourite, but on looking back at the pictures she is very glad they sent it.

The note simply read: "Like father, like son."