It’s easy to look at my son and think he’s so much older and expect so much more out of him. Like when you meet him and you start talking to him like he’s a five year old that is going to talk back to you and carry on a conversation. Then you ask, “is there something wrong with him? Why isn’t he talking?” He’s only two! And when you have to excuse yourself from the table or discussion because you have to go change his diaper and you get that look. You know the look, the look of disgust or straight disappointment. The look of judgment in the purest…