Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today our little grandson was over, and he fought the good fight about taking a nap, but when he awoke, he was happy and curious and we took him out for lunch and a dozen people came over to talk to him as he ate sideways in the high chair.  He smiled, he made their day, and he was gracious.  We heard a white bearded man say his kids hadn't had kids, and I said it's never too late, and he said oh yes it is.  They're in their sixties!  Women fawned over him.  He left in triumph an hour later having eaten a pickle, a lot of bread, chicken, a sqeezie veggie thing, and assorted crackers.  I cleaned up the mess at his feet and we returned home to listen to the Old MacDonald puzzle that drives us crazy, read the same book ten times, race cars and pretend we were sipping tea.  His new thing is pointing his right index finger.  He's a genius.  Or at least highly entertaining.