When my four-year-old autistic daughter went to a birthday party for a friend she met at therapy, she not only surpassed my expectations; she crushed them into dust. Bonus: I got to hang out with a mom who gets us.
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When my four-year-old autistic daughter went to a birthday party for a friend she met at therapy, she not only surpassed my expectations; she crushed them into dust. Bonus: I got to hang out with a mom who gets us.