Mary pulled up to the entrance as they got out of the car. Except Sherly, who had been gripped with a sudden fear of the new place.
"Sherly, come on," Mary coaxed, going to open the door before her daughter locked it, her eyes the size of dinner plates. John looked at the ground, hoping that she wouldn't make a fuss. "You have to go to school. You'll have fun."
"No," Sherly stated, shaking her head quickly as Mary gave her a sad look. Still, it changed nothing.
"John," Mary called over the car.
"Sweetheart, I have to go to work. Please get out of the car," John pleaded, looking though the other door. Still Sherly shook her head, knowing that she had the advantage. John stood back up and took a deep breath. "Sherlock."
"What?" he replied, just observing.
"Do you think you can do something?" John asked quietly as Sherlock seemed confused.
"What makes you think that I can do anything like this?"
"The fact that you were able to get her to stop crying when she was a toddler and calmed her down. You two have always had a connection," John answered, avoiding Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock exhaled before climbing back into the car.
"I'm not going," she whispered, looking at him.
"I'm sure," Sherlock began before sighing. "It's a shame, really."
"What is?"
"You not going to school. To get experience and have fun. Oh, the laughter and the fun that you'll miss out on. All the games and giggling before lunch. Did I tell you that there's art time?" Sherlock asked as Sherly shook her head, her eyes wide. "Well, if you're not going, I guess there's no point in telling you the best part."
"What? What is the best part?" Sherly whispered, curious beyond belief. Sherlock sighed and shrugged.
"Show and tell."