The picture below pretty much sums up how I spent the majority of my 90 minutes at the National Book Festival this year.
We had a grand time, though. Mason kicked and flapped and lunged when he saw the PBS characters from a distance, but as soon as we got up to them, he turned into a little scaredy cat.
Some day, I'll camp out in the pavilions and listen to authors speak, just like I used to. But in the meantime, I will cultivate my little guy's joy of reading and love for this amazing book festival.