We were reading the poem by Herrick, “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,” encouraging girls to marry while they are still young and pretty, because otherwise, they’ll ‘forever tarry.’ (yeah, hmph).
“Not me,” asserted the FYG, confidently. “People will always want me. I’ll be getting proposals in the nursing home.”
“Yeah,” agreed her helpful little brother. “From the dementia patients.”
Poetry class was postponed until Mama finished laughing.