We dance. “Follow the leader” is the song. She knows the choreography from the kindergarten. I ask her if she knows what it means.
-I don’t know! What?
-You have to do what the leader does.
-Leadel? What is the leadel?
-The chief or the boss.
She stops. She doesn’t know what to say and now is thinking. After a few seconds she declare:
-Mama, in our house you are the boss! Not me!