Last night, John, Matt and I watched the "Silver Blaze" episode of Sherlock Holmes, the production where Holmes is played by the inimitable and delicious Jeremy Brett. (Incidentally, that link cracks me up. Fan sites rock.)
John was a good sport throughout the Britishisms, the jokes aimed at class, and liked the twist at the end of the story. In the middle of the show, he leaned over and whispered urgently, "Mom, put this on my list*. I want a Sherlock Holmes outfit JUST LIKE THE ONE HE'S WEARING NOW, with the hat, and the gloves, and the long coat, and the walking stick, and I want a pipe that curves way out and down like his, only it blows bubbles, and I want a special feeling in my hands, or maybe it comes in the gloves, so that when I'm looking for something in the ground and I pass my hands over it, my hands tingle and I know where it is. I don't think you can buy something like that in a store, but I bet Santa can make something like that."
* His Christmas list. Which, incidentally, also includes a bedwetting alarm.