Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I serendipitously ran into a friend while I was out strolling my grandson.  We sat down on a bench and talked.  Clearly, my grandson was not going to be left out.  He woke up, slowly, then smiled at my friend as she talked to him.  Eventually, he began talking back to her.  Yes, he is majorly social.  He grinned and made noises and took over the conversation.  As far as he's concerned, it should always be about him.  And it is.  Babies are irresistable!  So she talked to him for fifteen minutes, then we said our goodbyes and strolled towards home, but now baby was disgruntled, because the sponaneous salon had been more fun than just strolling with grandma, even if she was singing to him all his favorite songs.  We returned, I heated up a bottle, and all was forgiven.  He doesn't hold a grudge.