Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Last night I talked with my friend on the phone about what a rotten day she'd had, and today for me has been not so good either.  We drove over to pick up our grandson to take him to the park or zoo and lunch, but he was not having it.  He has a new baby brother and he was not leaving mommy and daddy and daddy's parents alone in the house without him.  After a period of time we gave up persuading him and settled in to play with him in his home.  That worked for a while, and I read "The Gruffalo" many times while he played with painted eggs and a basket I'd brought for him.  In the basket, then transfer to a ziplok bag, then back again, giggety gig.  Finally the little heir apparent agreed to a walk around the neighborhood to pick flowers.  He had a cloth bag, and we meticulously stopped at every flowering bush or plant, looking for flowers on the ground.  He knows his way around his neighborhood, and showed us a giant cactus with an amazing flower to huge it was bent over double from the weight.  I took a photo.  Then he slowly led us back to his house, and he wanted to stay right there, around his front steps.  No one was going to pull the wool over his eyes!  He rang the doorbell and we came inside to admire his new brother, while he screamed piercingly, until his other grandparents came in from the studio, at which point he ignored us.  We sat beside the baby on the floor, then left after a few moments.  Not a good encounter, but completely psychologically understandable.  I admit our feelings were hurt, but we had a nice lunch out and put it behind us.  This is a drama to which we are only the audience in the back row.