Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our nine month old grandson swiftly tore the newspaper from the table while in his grandpa's arms and stuffed it in his mouth.  Eating speech is an interesting concept.  No nutrition, but a fit use of the news.  We were trying to get him to say "mama", but he prefers to growl like a baby bear.  We're not sure what to make of this, but I'd say it's a safe bet he's of the bear clan.  Yesterday was unbearably hot (excuse the terrible pun) but he managed to take his nap in our darkened bedroom, and our daughter called this morning to ask if he could take his nap here again today, as their house is so hot upstairs.  Of course we love to have him, and we're cooler here because we're surrounded by trees and in a sheltered area with the street above being way up to block us from the sun.  Normally I grumble about it, but when the weather is warm, we're a haven.  And baby bear is our haven.