Hi, you who read it. I'm supposed to write you something about myself. I put my son to sleep, he's autistic, he's nine, and he can't talk. Sometimes we draw together when he has to do something for school. Sometimes he draws himself. He draws wheels. Draws wheels with red marker, blue marker, black marker, green marker. I have an older son, he is twelve, he writes crazy stories about a space monster. In my opinion, he's looking at Marvel too much. I have two daughters who are still...more