He asked me for an example of how words are magic. I tried to think. Like saying “Stop hitting your sister!” or “Don’t be so selfish!” over and over only reminds how “hitting” and “selfish” are mainstays of our reality. Then he asked about slaves, and prison, and war and hate. And I try to answer as best I can for a boy who is three. But when I answer he says, “Stop talking like that mama, words are magic.”
