An emerging dealer?!?!

I grew up being dragged from one antique store to another...I read a lot as I could not touch anything. Now there are Gameboys. My son accompanied me a month or so ago, to the NY ABAA event for the first time (this is he, standing before a nice display of juvenilia). He is seven and, if I do say so myself, wonderful. He loves books and has a small collection of miniature volumes (which he has listed for sale) and he was very impressed by how big the event in NY was and how many "wonderful books" there were.

When the novelty of the fair wore off, he adopted a wonderful strategy to ward off boredom...he sat about halfway down whatever aisle I was exploring and played Gameboy. When I would get up to him, he would look up, smile and say, "Hi dad, find any good books?" (much to the pleasure of those around us). When I got to the end of an aisle, but he'd get and start over at the next.

He attended the Portland fair with me a bit later and was a great help. We had a booth there, as supporting Maine's only event is important. He helped carry things in and fetched water and other useful duties. He proofread the slips for his miniatures the night before (catching the two or three errors I had deliberately left to be found). He was charming and funny pretty much all day. At the end of the day, he looked up at me and asked, "Am I a book dealer now?" I am extremely fond of my brilliant and witty spawn.