Autism appreciation is real.
Autism appreciation is real.
Every shrug and “anything can happen” sent annoyance down my spine.
My favorite little guy on this planet is going to be a teenager.
It’s like mixing baking soda and vinegar in a sealed container.
Teens don’t care about Pogs, Z Cavariccis, or Beverly Hills 90210.
It buys me something too. Peace of mind.
Verbal or not, they have expectations.
One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
My kid is financially crushing it.
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