Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I babysat my youngest grandson today while his mother got a break. He's a perpetual motion machine, but very amiable. I basically follow him around as he circles the downstairs. We walked with him this morning, and after his nap and lunch we pushed him in the stroller. He ate a big lunch of half a banana, lots of blueberries, some blackberries, peanut butter on rice crackers, shredded mozerella cheese, chicken and a sweet potato squeezie. He pronouces everything yummy. He has a favorite truck, big and blue and gold, and a noisy school bus he pushes around, as well as a harmonica, which he can play quite well and a tamborine. He loves my collection of laquered boxes from Kasmir. So did my granddaughter when she was little. He takes every top off but cannot put any back together. He says "caw, caw" when he sees any birds and likes to stand in the sunroom to watch them at the birdfeeder. Hopefully, he wore himself out enough to take a solid nap when his mother took him back home. I myself am exhausted.