Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We took our almost three year old grandson to see a show about Burning Man at the Oakland Museum of California.  I mean, we had no idea if he'd last two seconds.  But we were clever.  First we spent a long time looking at the koi in the pond, then four herons, and turtles sunning themselves.  Then we watched him climb the redwood burl structure for quite a few minutes and two diaper changes.  Then we had lunch, or rather, we ate and he mostly wallowed on the floor with his stuffed snake Bow.  He'd had too many snacks at the pond to be much interested in his grilled cheese  sandwich.  Before we went in, him protesting, I said he could get something at the gift shop afterward.  Bribery is a handy tool.  But he loved the show, especially climbing on a big truck with a minature movie theater with seats and a film running, and a ceiling display of imagery that was beautiful and involved jellyfish, snowflakes, water lilies and psychedelic colors.  There were two giant trees that changed colors and opened and closed their tops like umbrellas.  He arranged soft pillows in the area of the ceiling videos, and lay back and watched, fascinated.  Now he's napping, having exhausted himself culturally, and I am able to blog.