Every year per family tradition her birthday cake was decorated with itty bitty teensie weensie porcelain ballerinas and every year her grandmother would take one of the ballerinas as keep sake. Several days after her 12th birthday the little girl was dusting her grandmother’s dressing table when she moved the jester figurine closer to the ballerina figurine.
“Honey, move him away from her I don’t like the way he’s looking at her.”
The little girl laughed and said, “Ay abuela, you’re so silly.”
The grandmother smiled and pointed to the little ballerina she’d taken from her granddaughter’s birthday cake. “And where do you think those little ballerinas came from?”
And that was how my mother learned about court jesters, prima ballerinas and the birds and the bees.