🦖 Yesterday, Royce carefully molded clay over a plastic dinosaur skeleton, building it up with patience and creativity. It was a beautiful, quiet moment of focus. Today, he tore all the clay off. Every bit of it. Some might see that as destruction. I see it as expression. This is autism in action—not the stereotype, but the nuance. ➡️ Maybe the clay felt wrong today—too dry, too heavy, too much. ➡️ Maybe the skeleton needed to be visible again—something predictable, something known. ➡️ Maybe it