Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had our two year old grandson today, and took him to a park he likes to play in, and he wallowed in the sandbox, rode the see saw, climbed and slid and did the swings, until we saw a truck across the road pull up with a construction vehicle that our grandson fell instantly in love with:  an asphalt grinder.  Yes, we had to ask what the name was, as we'd never seen one before, and trust me, we're up on our construction vehicles, due to this little boy.  We witnessed the grinder being carefully offloaded from the big rig, and lumber it's way around the corner into the playground parking lot.  Of course, we followed it.  Then we observed the setting up of the tearing out and repaving of the lot.  That was when my husband asked what the darned thing was called.  We finally tore our grandson away, and he kept up a monologue all the way home about wanting an asphalt grinder.  He's been promised by his parents a new truck if he tries the potty seat, but the tanker truck he'd wanted was now forgotten in the ecstasy of the asphalt grinder.  My husband couldn't resist looking on line for a toy one, and there it was, for only $190,  Our daughter and son-in-law are going to resent us for this.  I just know it.  We're in trouble!