Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today we took our thirteen month old grandson to the pet store for the second time.  He loved the two bunnies and there were two cats this time, and he still adores the birds.  They have gorgeous colored feathers and some are huge and talk.  Then we took him to the toy store for the first time.  They have a train table there, so he was in heaven.  An older boy came around, and was startled when our grandson took the engine he was holding.  His mother said to him, "he's just a baby".  "Yes," I added, "he's clueless about sharing, I'm sorry".  Our grandson, oblivious, was luckily distracted by a fire engine on the shelf.  My husband picked out a simple wooden track set, I purchased it, and we headed back home.  Now we have a modest bridge, and two small circles of track to go with our little trains.  It's satisfying to my husband, who seems to enjoy setting it up whenever our grandson is here.  The broken piece of track in the old circle track was haunting him.  Now we have sturdier track, a complete track, and his mind is soothed.  Our grandson?  He stomps around like Godzilla and was the cause of the piece being broken.  Order is has no appeal to him.  He is all impulse.