Sherlock and the three pigs

addignisherlock:

sarahthecoat:

warmpineneedles:

“‘There once was a mother pig who had three little pigs …’ Look, there it is again. Three. There must be something about the number three.”

“Sherlock. We’ve already been over this with the bears.”

“Yes, but why, John. It’s as though children’s books wanted to condition us. It’s never two, or five –”

“Because if there were two little pigs everyone would think they were dating, OK? Keep reading. And budge over.”

“Well, kindly remove your elbow from my spleen. Where was I? ‘One little pig met a man carrying straw and asked for some …’ Now, that’s absurd. First of all –”

“And we’re not having the discussion about talking animals. Again.”

“But John! The anatomical inaccuracies –”

“Shhhh. An imagination is healthy for a child. And sometimes safer. You’d put Rosie right off bees if you gave her a real one, but she loves that stuffed bee to pieces.”

“That stuffed bee is from Mycroft. It’s probably poisoned.”

“Keep. Reading.”

“I want to change books. And why do I need to keep my voice down?”

“Because Rosie’s asleep. I think she drifted off during ‘Goodnight Moon.’”

“Then what are we doing?”

“I don’t know, I thought the sight of the great Sherlock Holmes reading bedtime stories was kind of ador– interesting.”

“That’s not what you were going to say. What were you going to say?”

“Hmm? Yeah, you’re right, we’d better leave her alone. Let’s go.”

LOVE.

Sherlock is so adorable in his little ways 💕💕💕💕💕💕