Subway
When we were in a jam and schedules got tight, I would sometimes take the kids to Subway. Mikey wouldn’t eat a subway sandwich, but if I ordered a ham and cheese completely pain – he’d eat all of the ingredients separately. I needed to take the meat and cheese off the bun and separate out the meat from the cheese, but at least he had a quick, easy dinner.
Was the dinner the highlight of the journal? Nope – it was the laughing fit for sure! What a happy memory!
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Erica Mauro is a mom to two teenage boys, Will who is neurotypical and Michael with Autism and cognitive delays. She holds a BA in Psychology from Colgate University and a Masters of Psychology in Education from Columbia Teacher’s College. Before staying home with her children, she worked as an elementary school teacher. For five years, she served on the Board of Directors of the Molly Ann Tango Memorial Foundation, a charity dedicated to enriching the lives of children with special needs. In partnership with her husband Dave, she aspires to parent by using daily life as an opportunity for therapeutic intervention, seizing on real experiences as opportunities to build skills and strategies for Michael in a joyful, loving home environment. On the tougher early days, she just tried to get everyone safely to bedtime and start fresh in the morning. *wink* 
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