I have two amazing children (14 and 13) one of whom has been diagnosed as ASD and SPD. If you don’t know what those initials stand for, in his case they mean gloriously creative, funny as crap, insanely kind, and sometimes so %$*#!! oblivious you want to shake him. Which you would’t. Partly because he can’t help it and partly because he loves climbing so much he’s friggin ripped and he’ll just hug you back. Hard.

I used to be good looking, but now I have a dog, and not just any dog, but a friendly, goofball dog who loves everybody except Santa Claus and goes with me just about everywhere.