I am reminded of Passover, when Jews celebrate our ancestors' escape from slavery and oppression in Egypt. During the ceremony, we talk about the four sons - the four types of children and how we must explain the exodus to them. To the "wise" child, the understanding one, we tell the whole story, unedited; to the "wicked" child, the one who stubbornly refuses to engage, we insist and point out that we adults care, even if we are thousands of years removed from the events. To the "simple" child, the one of limited intellect, we give a simplified version of the story that impresses the emotional importance, if not the nuance and substance, and even to the child too young to ask, we continue to speak and recite in order that she learns the rhythms and cadences of the story of our freedom so that if feels like her own story before she even knows why. I think of this as I consider how to talk to my boys about Ferguson and our country's racist reality. Especially I remember this: there is no category of child to whom we do not tell the Passover story. It's too important. Everyone has to hear it.