This is a true story told to me by my sister-in-law and her husband.

They went to dinner with some good friends.

Those friends had a child named Hank.

Hank had a thick head of very curly orange hair.

Hank was 3 to 4 years old at the time.

Hank was very well-behaved and a quiet little boy.

When dinner came to a close, my brother-in-law Scott suggested that perhaps they might want to order dessert.

Hank‘s mother shook her head said … ‘it’s probably too late for dessert.’

Suddenly mild-mannered little Hank stood up on his chair, raised his arm, karate-chopped the air vigorously and shouted …

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE FOR DESSERT!!!

And he was right.

– Tom Grimes of ‘rillo. Ama.