Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I spent the weekend with the older of my two grandsons.  When it came time for Mommy and Daddy to leave Saturday night, I realized he had a fever and asked them to give him tylenol.  He wasn't hungry, and he complained about being babysat.  I listened.  He complained some more.  I asked about school, and he talked about his friends.  I suggested he get in his jammies, but no.  Finally, I brought in his pullup and jammies and said I'd help him get changed in the breakfast nook.  That got him hopping up because he didn't change in the kitchen, silly, so I lifted him onto the bed and quickly dressed him for bed, then we read from a book about Ruby the red fairy, and slowly his head drooped, he slid back and pretty soon his head was resting on my shoulder.  I read most of the little chapter book, then tucked him in and turned out the light.  He was like Little Bear, not tired, definitely not tired, then asleep.  His parents returned from their party, my son having won the prize as Haggrid (it was a Harry Potter dinner) and refreshed, because they'd had a night out.  Next day the fever was still there, so my grandson and I stayed home while his parents went to meet other family members for a brunch to celebrate Mommy's birthday.  They didn't take the cake with them, as my grandson was anxious about it leaving the house (maybe it would get all eaten up and he'd not get a piece) so when they returned we sang the birthday song and he and Mommy blew out the three candles (perhaps not accurate for Mommy, but my grandson is coincidentally three).  All was well with the world again, and I drove home cherishing my snuggle time with my extra warm little grandson.