“You know that I am a great expert about women,” he says, immediately after settling in to talk. “Yesterday I got a call from my daughter. I have a grandson who is four years old, one of my six grandchildren. He went to Formentera and was eating pizza with his mother and some old friends. The pizza maker was Italian, and his daughter was serving at the table. She was very pretty. So my grandson was fascinated by this girl. He asks her, ‘what is your name?’ ‘Caterina,’ she says. ‘Oh, you are so beautiful Caterina. What beautiful eyes you have Caterina.’ Then he made his move.” Berlusconi points the first and second fingers of his right hand and twists them sharply.
“He says, ‘If tomorrow, Caterina, you come to the zoo with me, I shall show you where the crocodiles are.’ He is fascinated by crocodiles, because they look like a prehistoric animal. So Caterina went back to the kitchen to her father and said, ‘Berlusconi’s grandson is exactly like his grandfather. He asked me out to go see the crocodiles.’ So the father had a laugh about it, and made a crocodile shape out of pizza dough. Caterina goes and serves the crocodile dish to the table. The plate had not touched the table, when Alessandro says, ‘Look Caterina, if you come with me tomorrow to the zoo, I want to show you the crocodiles. The real ones!’”
Berlusconi in Winter [The Atlantic]