There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. - Mark Twain
For every moment that I can look at him and say, "That's the autism" there is another, glorious moment where I can look at him and say, "That's my boy." ~Letters From A Spectrum Mom
"Dare is buried tweh-zure some-whey-uh!" |
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