“Yeah, Dad, I really don’t get it.”
My youngest daughter was whining about wanting help with her homework, and I said, “In a minute.”
I was cooking.
The nine-year-old kept asking for help from the kitchen table, and after a while I said, “You sound like a broken record.” [Continue reading …]
When you have a son with autism, you can be sensitive to what others think about him.
I can be. [Continue reading …]
We were driving a long haul on the highway, and my wife told our youngest daughter to stop slapping herself.
“I’m not,” the nine-year-old said. [Continue reading …]