Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We took our grandson to the nearby pet store today for the first time.  He first admired the bunny, then a huge black cat, then another bunny.  We moved on to the fish, then the birds.  He calls them brrrrrr.  A parrot kept saying hello then hi, but he was especially intriugued with the black and white finches with spots on their wings.  Birds are very social, and when I used to bring my foster granddaughter in, she was glued to the bunnies while I talked to all the birds.  Probably the highlight of the stroll was a firetruck, though, sirens roaring down the street.  He is a little boy.  He kept taking off his knit cap, and I kept putting it back on until I gave up and pulled the hood of his coat over his head.  He can't get that off.  It was cold for us, and as we were two houses from our home rain began, though it had been sunny when we set off.  He was relieved to shed his jacket and picked up a wooden firetruck and made the sound effects accurately.  He has quite the operatic voice at times!