Save the date

Today's post -- glove and gift news -- is over at Toxophily. And check out Amanda's Archies list! Brief Archer anecdote follows.

It's happened before, but it's always somewhat alarming. When you have a boy who organizes his consciousness through numbers -- time, date, temperature, weight, height, Tetris score -- eventually he's going to say things like this:

"I died at October 19th, 2095."

Those who've heard Archer's halting attempts at original utterances will understand that it took him about thirty seconds of stopping, starting over, and pausing in the middle to get through that short sentence. And you can imagine how relieved I was when he finally got the year out.

I told him that date would be just fine.