Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.
Yeah. He’s not gonna look. You can just take it.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.
The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.
The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”
“Hop up on the scale for me buddy.” That’s when the gates of hell open.
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