Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday I saw both little grandsons.  First I drove up to see the older one, who is two, and he had a fever so all our plans were out the window.  No soccer, or lunch out or strolling.  I read him books I'd brought up:  eight stories featuring Curious George, a favorite of his, a book about a dog going on a dinosaur hunt, a St. Patrick's Day Curious George book that was a wealth of information about the holiday, and all his Little Blue Truck books.  Then he wanted pancakes because in one of the stories Curious George had gone to a pancake breakfast, and his devoted mommy made them for him.  He told me a few stories about his Thomas the Engine trains.  Then we read more books, and finally he was feverish and ragged so I said goodbye so they could put him down for a nap.  Then I drove home and rested until we went for dinner at the younger grandson's house, and though he had a cold too, he had no fever and pushed his carts and alligators around the house at top speed.  It was like being in the middle of a ski run with no where to hide.  The little darling tried to pull out my earrings and take off my glasses, and I tried to corral him.  When it was his bedtime I went upstairs with my daughter and hung onto him while she got him undressed, he took a bath, then I wrestled and read books while she struggled to get him in his pjs.  Then the show was over, and in a few minutes we sat down to dinner with the monitor where we could check on him.  Two little cowpokes, all tuckered out.  And I when I got home I was one little cowgirl, ready for the roundup and bed.