Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday our social butterfly grandson (actually the younger one) attached himself to a three year old girl and they played and played.  This was at the zoo, but they ignored the animals and ran and slid and fell on a grassy area over and over and over.  Eventually, her mother dragged her away, and we tempted our grandson with looking at the crocodiles (really they are alligators) and he was interested in the lemurs with their long striped tails and the huge tortoises, who were very active yesterday (that means their heads came out and one or two moved like snails).  After we returned home we watched Cinderella together and read ten books, heavy on Curious George.  Then he went on the front porch while my husband was talking to our gardener, and he hopped and chattered away to her like a magpie.  To fully impress her he spit on the cement, and she told him not to do that, but I believe it was a homage to her, albeit a toddler version of dazzling skill.  She, too, left after a while, and he was stuck with his grandparents until his mother turned up to reel him in and take him home.