Every day, all day if I would let him, he plays with his trains. He lines them up and groups them, over and over again. If you look closely, you can pick out his "groups" He used to do this on the coffee table, but Landon started to pull them off. He moved to the dining room table so his brother wouldn't be able to reach them as easily.
Can somebody please find out why 1 in every 150 boys born in the US is now diagnosed as autistic? Will I ever have my sweet boy back?