Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We took our almost three year old grandson to the zoo today, but he was out of sorts and begged to go back home, which we did.  But while we were watching the bears, he asked what the golden bear was doing.  I told him she was trying to get some space away from her two cubs, both of whom are now as big as she is.  She would walk down the hill and sit in the corner of the enclosure, looking at us as if to say:  "Can't I ever get a moment to myself?  These cubs never stop bungling".  And they didn't.  They'd follow her down the hill, then goof with a plastic pipe toy, the hammock, whatever, then she'd mosey her way up the far side of the hill, and they'd dog her footsteps to the top, then wrestle with each other, then she'd come down hill, and for a couple of minutes would have peace and quiet, until here they came, lumbering down to bug her again.  Toddlers, I thought.  It ain't easy.  Then we took our toddler back home, where he needed his kitties, pillow and blanket, then agreed to march up our stairs, get in bed and let me read to him for five minutes, before collapsing in the middle of pillows and kitties and blankets.  Out like a light.  I felt like sleeping right beside him, but instead returned phone calls and now am typing this.  And listening for any sign of an awakening bear cub.