Lika (6-year-old): Mom hugs me very tight in the morning to keep me warm. Then we have tea. Then mommy leaves me with a neighbor, and she goes “tormenting” the cow. - What do you mean - “tormenting“? Lika: Well, how to say... Well, so that she gives milk. Milking... Can you do that?? My mommy can! She is something! But I don't know yet how many cows she has to milk so that I can go to the dancing classes. I still can't count to that much. (Little Lika talks and gently strokes her mother on the cheek.) I never want candy. I never ask my mother to buy it... But sometimes she brings them to me herself. But I never ask. It’s true!