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Tonight, I was talking on the phone to Rick (our own NewForce on the boards), and he politely interrupted our conversation to ask whether his son could say "hello" to me. "He's been wanting to talk to you," Rick explained.
During this past Comic-Con in San Diego, Rick visited the TwoMorrows booth during one of my book signings, allowing me to sign a copy of World's Greatest Toys! for his son, Trent, whom he affectionately refers to as "Little Dude Trent" (conversely, Rick is "Big Dude Rick").
Anyway, back to tonight. Rick asked whether I would speak to his son, and I happily agreed.
"Hi Ben," Trent shouted in a high-pitched, five year-old voice. "Thank you for drawing Batman in my book!" he shouted, referring to the sketch I did in his book during Comic-Con:
"I'm glad you liked it," I replied, positively dumbfounded by this incredibly polite child. Seriously, what five year-old opens with a "thank you?!"
"So you like Mego toys?" I hesitantly offered.
"Holy cow," I interrupted. "That's a lot of Mego toys!"
"Yes...?" I weakly answered, taken aback by the energy and enthusiasm of this five year-old Mego-head (I don't actually care for CAH, but I'm willing to play along with a five year-old).
"Wow. That's amazing!"
OK. At this point, I'm blown away. This kid knows more about CAH than I do. What is going on here?!
"No. What?" I replied.
"Cool! Captain America is a great figure!" I stated.
"Well, that seems fair," I reasoned, suddenly realizing economics have no business in any discussion with any five year-old.
Suddenly, I heard Rick in the background, asking his son:
"What Type is the Captain America?"
"Yeah, but why?" Big Dude Rick pressed.
"That's right," Rick confirmed.
"Umm..."
At this point, I was laughing out loud, practically rolling on the floor (seriously: ROTFLMAO). Rick asked for the phone back and joked about how much his baby already knows about Mego:
OMG. I was speechless.
Rick and I continued talking for another hour or so, until he once again interrupted our conversation to apprise me that 'Little Dude Trent' had fallen asleep under the pool table, surrounded by his toys.
"Please, take a picture for me." I begged. "I have to see this for myself."
With apologies to Rick for posting such a personal picture, I think you guys need to see this, too:
Wow. Just wow.
-b
During this past Comic-Con in San Diego, Rick visited the TwoMorrows booth during one of my book signings, allowing me to sign a copy of World's Greatest Toys! for his son, Trent, whom he affectionately refers to as "Little Dude Trent" (conversely, Rick is "Big Dude Rick").
Anyway, back to tonight. Rick asked whether I would speak to his son, and I happily agreed.
"Hi Ben," Trent shouted in a high-pitched, five year-old voice. "Thank you for drawing Batman in my book!" he shouted, referring to the sketch I did in his book during Comic-Con:
"I'm glad you liked it," I replied, positively dumbfounded by this incredibly polite child. Seriously, what five year-old opens with a "thank you?!"
"So you like Mego toys?" I hesitantly offered.
"Oh, yes. I love Megos. I have Batman and Robin and Penguin and Joker and…"
"Holy cow," I interrupted. "That's a lot of Mego toys!"
"I know! Do you like Comic Action Heroes?"
"Yes...?" I weakly answered, taken aback by the energy and enthusiasm of this five year-old Mego-head (I don't actually care for CAH, but I'm willing to play along with a five year-old).
"Yeah, me too! I have Shazam and Aquaman and Wonder Woman and Robin and Joker and Captain America and Superman and Green Goblin…"
"Wow. That's amazing!"
"I know! My dad has all of those, too, but his are nicer than mine. I don't have the stands. My dad has all the stands."
OK. At this point, I'm blown away. This kid knows more about CAH than I do. What is going on here?!
"Do you know what?" Trent continued.
"No. What?" I replied.
"I'm getting a Captain America, too!"
"Cool! Captain America is a great figure!" I stated.
"But I have to wait until my dad gets a better Captain America. Then I can get his Captain America. My dad gets the better condition."
"Well, that seems fair," I reasoned, suddenly realizing economics have no business in any discussion with any five year-old.
Suddenly, I heard Rick in the background, asking his son:
"What Type is the Captain America?"
"Ummm.... it's a Type 1?"
"Yeah, but why?" Big Dude Rick pressed.
"Ummm... 'cause it's the metal rivets."
"That's right," Rick confirmed.
"And we have a lot of Spider-Man Mego, too" Trent said to me, rolling on with our conversation.
"Umm..."
"Yeah, we have a Pin Pin. That's a card. And we have a Sewn-Sleeves. And we have a Standard! And we have a Circle Suit, too...
…but my dad paid too much for that."
…but my dad paid too much for that."
At this point, I was laughing out loud, practically rolling on the floor (seriously: ROTFLMAO). Rick asked for the phone back and joked about how much his baby already knows about Mego:
"He loves this stuff," Rick offered. "He has his own copy of the book, you know."
OMG. I was speechless.
Rick and I continued talking for another hour or so, until he once again interrupted our conversation to apprise me that 'Little Dude Trent' had fallen asleep under the pool table, surrounded by his toys.
"Please, take a picture for me." I begged. "I have to see this for myself."
With apologies to Rick for posting such a personal picture, I think you guys need to see this, too:
Wow. Just wow.
-b
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