Eye Color and Fanfiction

I woke up this morning with a sudden realization: My youngest son's eyes are blue.


He will be turning four-years-old next month, so his eye color should come as no surprise, however, it was my first thought upon waking up.


Why, do you ask? This is what happened:


Littlest Boy Child (referred to from here on out as “LBC”): Mama.....mama!


Me: (grumbles) Mrnermener..ugh..


LBC: Mamaaaaaaaaa......


Me: (picking my head up from the pillow) What?


LBC: (getting right in my face) I have blue eyes.


Me: (squinting...reluctantly realizing that I'm awake) Yes, baby. You sure do.


LBC: Uh huh. I do. I want some Pop Tarts.


Once upon a time, I used to wake up to, “G'mornin', Mama,” or “I love you, Mama.”


(sigh)


In other news, my oldest son wanted me to read Hansel and Gretel to him this morning. I reluctantly read it to him last night and was actually quite nervous that he would have nightmares. I know the kid's version is a lot less gruesome than the way it was originally written, but still...child abandonment? Cannibalism? This is a kid's story?? He didn't seem to mind though, so I read it to him again today. Of course, he asked me to read it more than once. Afterward, he then decided that he would read it to me.


Me: Go for it, kiddo!


He will be turning five-years-old next month and, no, he doesn't know how to read yet. However, he had the gist of the story memorized and following along with the pictures, he did a really good job. I was proud. When he was done, he asked if I wanted him to read it again and I agreed. This time, though, he decided to make up his own story where the kids stole the witch's candy instead of her jewels and they took the hunter's horse for a ride through the woods.


My son is apparently a fanfiction author. I don't know if I should be concerned or proud.