At the dinner table:
I say to David, "You know what Will Smith movie we should see again? Six Degrees of Separation..."
"Six degrees?" Rissa looks perplexed.
"Yes, it's a phrase that talks about the interconnectedness of..."
"That's like this big." (She holds her fingers apart by this much, indicating the angle.) "That's wee."
"Yes it is pretty small," David and I agree. "There was this movie with Will Smith when he was much younger..."
Rissa isn't paying attention. She's looking at her fingers. "It's really only this big. (Her eyebrows are down around her nose now.) Seriously. We've been doing this stuff in math. It is only this big. I can get my protractor and show you."
She's going to get her protractor? "Where did you come from?" I ask - thinking that the math gene really must have skipped a generation.
"I'm smart. In my brain."
In other news... Rissa was unimpressed when when we then told her about Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. She felt we were doing a disservice to math.
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