Bubba from the lower valley decided he wanted to get
married, and brought up the subject with his Ma and Pa over
grits and gravy the other night.

“Bubba,” Ma said, “you can’t get married yet. Why, you’re
the baby of the family.”

“But Ma,” Bubba protested, “I had my 38th birthday jest last
week.”

“We know that, Bubba,” Pa chimed in. “But your Ma and me
think you should put off getting married until after you
graduate from high school.”