They are 11 and 13 years old. I’m not saying an 11 and 13 year old can’t be full fledged Sherlockian, it’s just those two… They are constantly asking me questions and telling me their love for these amazing men. They’re walking around and being fantastic detective.

They are my Sherlockian apprentices.

The 13 year old in a miniature me. Swear, the chick is ME in a younger and cuter form.

She likes Sherlock’s big hands.

HIS BIG HANDS.

I dream about his big hands.

The 11 year old loves Jim. She says he’s the best villain ever and she loves his voice.

Then I went into convulsions and everything else was a blur. Lol

But these mini Sherlockians are my life. So basically all night we were like this:

SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK