Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Well, I'm exhausted, but my cuddlebug grandson has been reclaimed by his parents this morning.  I immediately went into a frenzy and hit the post office, bookstore, etc then washing the sheets, straightening up the house and treating myself to a sandwich while I read The New Yorker.  My neighbor brought over my Christmas cards which had arrived at his house by mistake, and I organized the kitchen and was torn between napping and calling friends.  I'm running out of steam, but have a walk scheduled with a friend where we'll get coffee, which may perk me up.  Last night I heard my grandson downstairs while he was looking for his firetruck, and he announced he'd cleaned up the living room.  Turns out he threw all the toys in a pile next to the sofa.  He was very proud of himself.  I'm wondering if his mother had warned him to clean up the toys, and he did it by having a pile three feet high.  It's true, technically, they were not all over the rug.  It looked like a tornado had done a great job of clearing the space, but at some cost to the materials flung.  Such is a toddler's logic.