Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My baby grandson had quite a meltdown this morning.  All the usual tricks and distractions did not work.  He was miserable.  He cried no matter what I did, so I took him on an early stroll and he slept.  He was fussy when we returned, but after his second bottle he underwent a sea change, and was his normal cheerful self.  The fact that he can't tell me what is wrong is maddening.  I never figured it out, and his lack of speech doesn't normally hinder me:  I change his diaper and he's happy, I pick him up and cuddle him and he's happy, I show him trees and he's happy.  But this morning all his favorite things made him cry.  It was a blanket rejection of the world for a couple of hours.  It could be teething, but it's definitely a mystery.  I'm going to double down on trying to say clear words to him, and maybe try signs.  My toddler grandson learned a few and it helped.  Though I've a feeling the baby had no idea what was wrong, so that wouldn't work.  Oh, dear.