A/N - *runs around throwing fluff confetti over everyone* I had an idea! Chapters will be short and sweet and funny. Enjoy!
Disclaimer - I don't own Sherlock. I wish.
Oliver has always been a curious child, it's in the genes they said, whatever that meant. He was advanced for a four year old, that was true, but even he couldn't fathom why what he was wearing would influence his curiosity. Yes, Oliver Holmes curiosity knows no bounds and is only really silenced when he has found the answer to his question. That is why the young child was unbelievably agitated when he could not find the answer his question.
How did the baby get in mummy's tummy?
It was a logical question. Ever since he was told by his parents to expect a little brother or sister within the next few months he was alight with curiosity. Quite obviously he knew that mummy did not eat the baby because that was gross and Mummy was not a cannon-ball as she had told him. Mummy and daddy were avoiding the question which didn't help the toddler's inquisitive streak. If it was such a big secret he would have to find out.
Oliver Holmes stood in front of the large mirror in his bedroom and clutched his toy tiger (Stripes) to his chest. He puffed himself up to full height and glared at his reflection, he would find out how the baby got inside Mummy if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Oliver, pancakes are ready!" Molly shouted up the stairs to her young son.
He would find out how the baby got inside mummy...but first he would eat his pancakes.
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