Before our sons go off in the world, we make them cakes. They can have half a cake with their mother’s 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 is full of holes.
They can’t have their cake and eat it, too. Besides, in the absence of their fathers, who else will initiate them?