Before our sons go off in the world, we make them cakes. They can have half a cake with our blessing, or a whole cake with our curse. It's up to them.
The size of the cake is determined by the quantity of water our sons can bring back from the well, in a pail that's full of holes.
It might be a strange way, but it's our way, and that's the way it is.
Widow Among Widows in The Red Etin, Blue Fairy Book