Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today our grandson wanted to go outside soon after he arrived.  I took an amble with him around the neighborhood.  We looked at the creek, the crows in the trees and stopped and were steered away from stairs.  We sat on the bench outside the grocery.  Then we returned and took him in the stroller to the toddler park nearby and he almost but not quite played with two other little boys then decided he belonged to a family whose father looks a lot like his dad.  He loved the swing.  He went down the slide with me holding his hand.  He talked and sang on the way home, I gave him his bottle, then put him down for nap and he cried.  I went back up and patted him, but he cried a couple of minutes before going down for a shorter nap than usual.  When he awoke, he was cranky and didn't want to eat much for lunch.  His whole mood had been transformed, probably because of teeth coming in, but he was not feeling tip top.  I had one little toddler, then another personality appeared.  We still had fun, but he didn't know what to do with himself.  I empathize.  It happens to me occasionally.  I can't settle, and don't want to read or walk or see a movie or call a friend.  I'm out of sorts.  Only in my case, it can't be teething.