Magical Thinking?

We had visitors on Wednesday. Gma, Gpa, Lissa and Brev came up for just a short visit to see the kids.
Things were going well unitl Evelyn checks in with me to confess something that she had done wrong. It seems that, while in the basement play area, Brev was talking and keeping Ev's panda awake ( ok whatever).
She handles this situation by: 1) Covering his mouth with one hand
                                        and 2) Punching him in the stomach with the other

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In an attempt to be  even keeled, I refused to talk about this with her until I was ready. She had the gall to be miffed at that. Because she had to sit quietly on her bed and wait for me, oh the nerve of Mothers.
When I thought I could talk to her without loosing my mind, I went in her room and we had a talk. I had Les come in and sit in on the talk as well (for the record this also miffed Her Highness- witnesses you know?)
So we have this talk and I inform her that she is going to bed at the same time her baby brother is, that she has missed out on cookies and milk on the porch swing and she will not get to finish The Karate Kid ( the original one thank you very much). Now she is really getting it. I go on to tell her that my nephew means very much to me and that she was no better than the bully at Daycare that gives Brevin trouble. That my home should be one place that he comes in to and no one treats him mean. I tell her that I am very sad about the way that she acted and that I will see her in the morning. I walk out.

Later I go in and hug her and tell her that I love her and that I hope she understands how ugly she behaved.
She says, "yeah I am sorry about all of that".....
"But Mama? Did you feel my magic towards you stop?"
I say, "Yes, did you stop it when you were mad at me?"
We have had this sort of thing before, where I am duly informed that she has stopped ALL of her magic
(you can read that as love if you like) coming to me until I can make her feel better. Or behave.
I proceed with the conversation. I tell her that even though I get mad at her sometimes and that I get embarrassed when she is mean, that my magic never stops going to her.
Then she lays this one on me:
" It's like this Mama. I have cords that go from my heart to my family. That's how that magic goes. When I get mad, I stop the magic and it comes back through the cord to me where there is a light bulb, that magic I hold back comes into me and lights that bulb and it glows, when it glows long enough, it burns away all of my bad feelings and makes me happy again. So I need to do it."
I was stunned at her imagery. I truly was.
" I look at her and I say well, Ev, I see that you have it worked out. I am glad that you know how to take care of yourself and get happy again"
We hug and I kiss her and I bring her over onto my lap and we sit there in the dim room and I stroke her hair.
After a few minutes, she says, "Mama?"
"What child?"
"I know that you love me. I can see it sometimes"
I sit there and wonder what she will say next and I mumble "oh yeah like what?"
Then she says " Well it's your magic to me. It's silver and bright and it's all around you and it reaches out to me. It's beautiful"
Now I am stunned for real.
I say "When do you see this magic?"
" You know alot Mama. Like when you smile at me or do something for me just because you know I like it. Sometimes when you are cooking dinner. Like that"

And I try with all of my might to take my silver light and surround her with it.
Even though she socked her cousin in the guts.
Because she is my magic.