Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today my grandson would not nap.  Two strolls later, I surrendered.  The second stroll, when he should have conked out immediately, he talked and yelled at the top of his voice like an opera singer the entire time.  He pulled off his socks four times, pulled off his hat six times and chewed on it, and serenaded me.  Pavarotti here comes your heir!  My daughter looked defeated when she returned home, but I did the best I could.  Consistency is not a mark of a baby, and figuring out what's going on is impossible.  But she keeps trying.  I wouldn't worry about it but she will.  Hopefully, he's taking a long, long nap right now.  And she is too!