A little boy attended his first wedding. After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?" "Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so

A little boy attended his first wedding.
After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded confidently.

His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly. "Sixteen? Where did you get that number?"

The boy, puffing out his chest like he knew exactly what he was talking about, explained, "Well, it's simple. I heard the preacher say, 'For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, I now pronounce you man and wife... and that’s just the first one! You’ve got to be ready for a few more!"

His cousin blinked a few times, trying to process the logic. "Wait, what do you mean, 'a few more'? Why would anyone need sixteen wives?"

The boy leaned in and whispered, "Well, you see, the first one is for better, the second one is for worse, the third one is for richer, the fourth one is for poorer, and the rest are... well, just for backup."

The cousin couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "Backup?! You mean, like, a warranty?"

The boy nodded seriously. "Exactly! You can’t have too many just in case things go... a little sideways. It’s all about insurance, you know?"

The cousin, still chuckling, said, "Well, I hope that guy knows what he’s getting into. But hey, maybe that’s why weddings are so expensive!"

The boy grinned. "Yup! It’s a package deal! And when you’ve got sixteen women, you’d better have a pretty solid plan for the worse part!"