What my disabled son taught me about disability
My son, Henry, is your classic 2-year-old. At 22 months, he adores Barney the Dinosaur. He refuses lids on his sippy cups with a resolute no! (they’re for babies, after all). He pulls his older [...]
My son, Henry, is your classic 2-year-old. At 22 months, he adores Barney the Dinosaur. He refuses lids on his sippy cups with a resolute no! (they’re for babies, after all). He pulls his older [...]
