“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” said the royal surgeon.  In a serious breach of etiquette, he grasped his queen’s hand.  “The child is due in the Spring.”

Too overwhelmed to react to the surgeon’s rudeness, Queen Pirouette nearly shouted, “It’s impossible!  It’s been over a dozen years since my last pregnancy.  I can’t be pregnant.  It’s the change-”

Before she could say another word, the doctor interrupted her (another faux pas). “There’s no doubt, madam.  Women older than you give birth all the time.”