"This week is poetry week," said The (Not So) Small One. "We've got a big poetry homework about WB Yeats. And that poem He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven. What do you know about WB Yeats?"
"Ah," I said. "I don't think I'm the person to ask. You know how you love it that you go to the same school as Granny did? and you sit in the same classroom?"
"Well, if you ask Granny, she'll tell you about her English teacher who taught in that classroom. She'll tell you how she listened to that teacher talk about Yeats, the man she knew. About his thick green cape and his strange, drawling voice and his striding walk. When Granny told me that story I always imagined him to look a bit like Sherlock Holmes." I said and The (Not So) Small One nodded.
"That's not too many steps away from you, is it?" I said. "It's like that old song. I've danced with a man, who has danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales"
She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. We've talked about this before. It's like Six Degrees of Separation. And that's cool. But can I do my homework later? I need check to Facebook now.."
"I suppose so," I said, "but remember - Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
Who can you get to through Six Degrees of separation? If I told you we managed Alvin and the Chipmunks that would kind of spoil the mood, wouldn't it? But it'll make a great page