Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm recovering from a week of virus from the three year old grandson and then a weekend of babysitting the two year old grandson.  That went great, and I think we made him very happy.  He got to see "Robin Hood" with all the animal creatures, and he laughed and laughed.  The only thing that scared him was the fireflies in a scene at night with Robin and Marian.  We fast forwarded and he loved it up until the end.  I got him to bed in our bed, where he normally takes his nap, then my husband transferred him to the toddler bed in the guest bedroom, but after fifteen minutes he somehow realized he'd been moved, so he shared the guest bed with me and slept until six am, his normal wake up.  He voted for the zoo, and we headed out at nine thirty and had a relaxing time.  We saw the jaguar up close and the wolves marching around their huge enclosure below.  Then we headed to the giraffes and lions and elephants, and with that, we were done and drove to our local burger place for lunch.  He saw one episode of Daniel Tiger then I read him to sleep, woke him up after two hours, let him see another Daniel Tiger, then he played with his trucks until Mommy and Daddy picked him up.  They had a 24 hours get-a-way, and he had his first overnight with us.  He's so comfortable with us that he never showed any signs of distress.  I was proud of him, of us and of his parents for trusting us.  Then I slept like a log last night, making up for a little fellow with great kicking abilities trying to take over the king sized bed.