Friday. It was a big day. It started, for me, at 3.30am when Sherlock snuck into our room to ask if it was time to go to school yet, and couldn't he just bring Lestrade with him in the morning and then he could stay all day and they could study together? Sherlock would teach him all about Set and Osiris and Anubis and also fish. (It's quite an eclectic course of studies at his school.)
I took him back to bed. We did it all over again at 5am. After that, things were relatively peaceful until it was actually time to get up. L cooked us toast and eggs, the boys got to their respective destinations, and, as you know, L and I went to pick up his bike. I think he's covered that pretty well, so I'll only say that I don't close my eyes nearly as much as he thinks I do, and anyway, it's a sign of trust, so he ought to be pleased. Although I do feel like some of the maneuvers he talks about can't possibly be legal.
So, the school visit! We brought the rest of the caramel brownies, which turned out well thanks to the recipe I'm sure and not to me (thanks, Innie!). Lestrade insisted on keeping them in reserve in case things got out of hand, so we didn't give them out until he was done.
There were no fake bodies, so as not to cause parents undue concern ("I got to be dead in school today!" - not something you necessarily want to hear from your child), but that didn't stop Sherlock from expiring dramatically a few times while Lestrade was setting up the finger printing stuff.
He was a very good assistant after that (I mostly watched; I think L just wanted me there for moral support, or in case they attacked) and held still for L to take his fingerprints. All the kids were a bit timid about that part, but seemed to enjoy the aftermath of inky fingers quite a bit. They were highly reluctant to try the stuff that's supposed to get it off.
The fingerprinting powder was definitely the biggest hit though. L brought in all different stuff for the to test it on - wood and glass and tile and so on - and everyone got to do it at least once (even me). It was really pretty amazing, watching their faces when they got to make the prints appear. I think L made at least one or future coppers that day, or at least forensic scientists.
He talked a bit more afterward about other kinds of forensic evidence and how they collect it, how thoroughly their teams go over a crime scene. "My mum hoovers up all the hair and fibers and gross bits too," one little girl said, with an extremely dubious look. "I don't think she solves crimes though."
And then it was time for questions and brownies. L looked like he'd escaped his own execution. When I took Sherlock into school this morning, his teacher said how popular L had been and wondered if he'd like to come back some time...
I'll leave you with the following video, which Sherlock looked up that night and watched with a worrying amount of interest.
I took him back to bed. We did it all over again at 5am. After that, things were relatively peaceful until it was actually time to get up. L cooked us toast and eggs, the boys got to their respective destinations, and, as you know, L and I went to pick up his bike. I think he's covered that pretty well, so I'll only say that I don't close my eyes nearly as much as he thinks I do, and anyway, it's a sign of trust, so he ought to be pleased. Although I do feel like some of the maneuvers he talks about can't possibly be legal.
So, the school visit! We brought the rest of the caramel brownies, which turned out well thanks to the recipe I'm sure and not to me (thanks, Innie!). Lestrade insisted on keeping them in reserve in case things got out of hand, so we didn't give them out until he was done.
There were no fake bodies, so as not to cause parents undue concern ("I got to be dead in school today!" - not something you necessarily want to hear from your child), but that didn't stop Sherlock from expiring dramatically a few times while Lestrade was setting up the finger printing stuff.
He was a very good assistant after that (I mostly watched; I think L just wanted me there for moral support, or in case they attacked) and held still for L to take his fingerprints. All the kids were a bit timid about that part, but seemed to enjoy the aftermath of inky fingers quite a bit. They were highly reluctant to try the stuff that's supposed to get it off.
The fingerprinting powder was definitely the biggest hit though. L brought in all different stuff for the to test it on - wood and glass and tile and so on - and everyone got to do it at least once (even me). It was really pretty amazing, watching their faces when they got to make the prints appear. I think L made at least one or future coppers that day, or at least forensic scientists.
He talked a bit more afterward about other kinds of forensic evidence and how they collect it, how thoroughly their teams go over a crime scene. "My mum hoovers up all the hair and fibers and gross bits too," one little girl said, with an extremely dubious look. "I don't think she solves crimes though."
And then it was time for questions and brownies. L looked like he'd escaped his own execution. When I took Sherlock into school this morning, his teacher said how popular L had been and wondered if he'd like to come back some time...
I'll leave you with the following video, which Sherlock looked up that night and watched with a worrying amount of interest.
19 comments:
Hope you're not suggesting that I, an officer of the law, would ever do anything illegal on the roads, Danger? Tut tut.
You should make some more brownies, they were very nice. You'll have to make more if i'm forced back to school again. I'm going to tell Sherlock's teacher that you'd like to run a first aid course for them all, try and take the heat off me.
Sounds like a scene from Kindergarten Cop, but much cuter and interesting. :) I'm happy that Lestrade did so well, and that the kids loved him. Do you think Sherlock might want to join the police when he grows up? He seems so interested in everything Lestrade does. :)
By the way. Was going to shoot home, fetch some clean clothes. So a quick dinner tonight, if i'm cooking, or the gruesome twosome will be late to bed. Risotto ok? Call/text/comment with any flavour requests!
Does risotto come in lemon flavor? Would that be weird?
Not at all weird. I'll see what looks good. Lemon and thyme, courgette or asparagus. Or a mix. Be as quick as I can.
Lupe - he is much, much cuter than Arnold, yes. And I have no idea what Sherlock wants to be when he grows up. I'm not sure how he'd deal with the paperwork L has, or actually doing what people tell him, but he certainly does like mysteries.
L - sounds delicious. I can chop things if you like.
Mmm. I've only had lemon rice with curries. But lemon risotto sounds good! You'll have to get Lestrade to do a cookery blog.
Ha, I'll tell him to do recipes if he ever runs out of crimes to blog about. Sherlock will tell him off for it though. Cooking isn't quite as boring as love, but it's right up there.
I'm glad the presentation went well. I had faith in Lestrade even if he didn't.
I'm not surprised at Sherlock's love of that particular Mythbusters episode. In fact, he'd probably love the show in general.
I think he would if it's all like that. Definitely his kind of thing.
I'm so glad that the brownies were both unnecessary (the only one who didn't know Lestrade would be a hit is Lestrade, apparently) and still yummy. John, you domestic goddess!
(And if Sherlock is enjoying his time with Egyptian gods, he might want to read Zilpha Keatley Snyder's The Egypt Game.)
I might make more tomorrow. He deserves it after the day he's had.
You know, I remember loving that book as a child and yet I have absolutely no memory of what happened in it. Odd.
I can so see Sherlock loving Mythbusters. Warning: they love explosions. (What's a little C4 between friends?)
I'm so glad that L and the kids had fun with the fingerprinting, etc. That would be very cool. And I remember when my Dad came to talk about geology to my class when I was Sherlock's age, and I nearly bounced off the walls with excitement.
--LV
I loved The Egypt Game when I was younger. I went through such a hardcore Egyptiphile phase that I named my cats Anpu and Ap-uat.
Good times,
Bronwyn
John, I'm going to take the bike out for a bit. I really won't be late tonight. And I will cook.
Just need to clear my head a bit.
humantales - I'd worry, but nothing could make him more fond of explosions than he already is.
Ladyviolet - Yeah, it was really sweet to watch. Maybe next time L will be able to enjoy it a little more.
Bronwyn - they're good names. Oh, and I didn't think your comment on L's blog was insensitive. But my sense of humour is a bit dubious as well, so.
L - I'm so glad you got that thing.
Oh, I loved the Egypt game. Read The Gypsy game too, but I didn't like that one half as well.
Yeah, watching Mythbusters might be a bit hazardous for your health, Danger. I don't suppose he'd be more into something like Bill Nye?
Oh, who am I kidding, there's no way kiddie TV would measure up to C4. And the synthetic fingerprint clip was amazing. I can't believe that stuff actually works outside of spy movies.
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