I have a nine year old child with autism. Hazel eyes, golden brown hair, a smile that will light up the room and more energy then a nuclear power plant. Today he woke up happy, not screeching noises to the top of his lungs. “Morning mommy, happy Flarg week.” I asked him what holiday Flarg was. He giggled excited and said F is for fart. L is for Luigi. A is for Art. R is for Radio, and G is for Games. Sounds like a pretty cool holiday to me, except for the farting. I just love my little boy.