Our 8 year old son is not nearly as enamored with the world of vintage and antiques as we are. He considers garage saling a unique form of child torture and grudgingly attends auctions where he likes to suddenly need attention when we are in the heat of bidding.
He does think it's kind of cool that we have a booth at an antique store, and he likes to help me come up with prices for items, although his criteria are a little questionable. "How old is it? Well, it is really shiny!"
Currently, our house looks like we're the ones trying to get ready for an auction. There is stuff everywhere. Last night I told our son that we needed to get the house cleaned up because we have company coming for the night next week. I was specifically talking about his bedroom and play area.
"It's embarrassing!" I said.
He replied, "What's embarrassing is 5 million antiques."
Supportive little punk, ain't he?