Here's something I know to be unassailably true: words have power. A lot of power. Like cauldrons full of double, double, toil and trouble power.

Hey, you! The one in the blue! Yeah you! I can hear you rolling your eyes (with 3 kids post-teen and 2 pre-, I can guarantee that any parent worth their weight in peanut butter can hear an eye roll, blind-folded in a bouncy house: it's a heavy damp grinding punctuated with gusts of unbrushed-teeth breath. Oh I know that sound, so cut it out, right now!).

But, this old argument? you say. This over-chewed, tired-ass discussion. Not again! Well my jaded, jaded friend, yes. This old tired-ass argument again.

Words are like