Despite what you might have read at Gawker, we ITM co-bloggers actually enjoy each other's company and don't refer to each other via abusive epithets when out of ear shot. (While it is true that I call Karl "The Scold," I call him that to his face. He has in fact been quite scoldy to me this conference).
We ITMers and a cohort of our BABEL supporters had dinner together last night. The repast commenced badly, with the Tiny Shriner demanding quite imperiously
- to be removed from my coat pocket
- to sit at the table with the adults
- to have a booster seat so that he could see something other than those areas of human bodies that used to get medieval monks'
knickers all knottedcowls all crumpled
- that he be given more of a say in blog content
MKH gave him a glass a wine. He drank with gusto, reeled for a few minutes, and .... well, let's just say that dinner was a lot quieter after that.