Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We went on a walk with our grandson yesterday and he was fine until he wasn't.  We attempted to wait him out, as he fiddled with a found bottlecap and ran up an down a driveway.  We talked to the owner of the driveway and she said he was adorable.  We talked to the neighbor and she was a bit more clear eyed and remembered the age.  Finally, we held his hands and he let himself be dragged like a dead weight the rest of the way home.  It felt like he weighed 100 pounds.  It was the sixties again, he being the Free Behavior protestor and us cast as the mean police.  When we got to our stairs he walked himself up with one hand attached to me.  He appeared to be mighty satisfied.  I asked him if he was angry, and he said yes, but wouldn't say why.  I believe he's discovered the world is unfair, and people can just disrupt an innocent victim's cosy world, by taking away one's nanny and forcing him to go to preschool.  Sigh.