Stolen Menu Happiness

  
The language of Autism. Sometimes. Often. A language of its own if we have the ears to listen; enough quiet in our own hearts to be perceptive πŸ”¦πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘; at times it is embedded in OCD’s πŸ”’πŸ”‘πŸ”πŸ”“πŸ’₯. And every once in a while, a great while, the thoughts of Joseph’s heart can shout. Out. Loud. πŸ“’πŸ“£πŸ“’. Yep, took him to a new little pizza place in town. Tonight, a hidden (stolen) stash of these treasured babies fell out of one of Joseph’s piles. (Yes, he kind of smiled his quirky mischievous smile and laughed as they spilled to the ground!) (how could he? 😱😩😩😩😩😩😩😩). JOSEPH TRANSLATION: Mod Pizza is like MADLY DELISH PEOPLE!! Total YUM!!! You HAVE to try it!!!#autismspeaks #anotherForeignLanguageAtTimes #autismChallenges #HappenEveryDay #TheNeverEndingGameOfDeciphering #SpecialNeedsParenting #SpecialNeedsParentingAnOlympicEvent #WithoutGoldMedals #MODpizza #MODtober #BetJosephTookEverySingleOne #SoSorry #ButItMeansTheFoodIsFAB #ReviewByJoe πŸ˜±πŸ˜‡πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ•πŸ•πŸ•πŸ‘¦πŸ˜πŸ˜‡πŸ•πŸ•πŸ•

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