Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We're about to go pick up the two grandsons from their preschool. We walk about a mile with the double stroller, then pick them up, lock and load, and ply them with snacks the mile back. They go through two applesauce squeezies each, fig bars, granola bars, and then when we arrive home the current treat is ice cream pushups. By then they are covered in crumbs and sticky stuff so we mainly play out in the back yard. It's like feeding baby birds and they are starving. Preschool uses up a lot of calories evidently. I gave up worrying about their dinnertime a long time ago. These two are in the present at all times. Saying it's close to dinner is like lecturing to kittens. They talk about their day in their separate classes, and we check on the sow bugs and worms under the potted plants, and they attempt to get on the hammock, which luckily they cannot do without our help, and ring all the bells in the garden, probably about two dozen total. Then the younger one walks across our tiny bridge a few times and before you know it, Mommy is there to pick them up. (And try to get them to dinner) Oh, dear.