Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today we took the grandson to a wildlife preserve.  We saw a kite, peregrine falcon, hawks, turkey vulture named Richard and a raven named Hello, because she can say it.  Our grandson was fascinated by the king snake as well, but not too interested in the tiny bat.  He picked out a toy bird, a peregrine falcon, as a souvenir, and was pleased that we found a playground on the way out, where he lay in a tunnel and talked to his bird, then fell in love with a toy garbage truck and desperately wanted to play with it.  We thought in belonged to the boy using it, but then a tiny girl grabbed it and played, and she and her mother offered for him to play with her, but he really, really, really wanted it all to himself.  There were a few tears, until I revealed to him plastic trucks were in the trunk of our car, and he was happy to hold them devotedly in his carseat until we arrived home, then played while I made him mac and cheese.  He's asleep now, exhausted, and my husband is asleep in the sunroom.  Toddlers are exhausting.