Davey’s mom sighs a sad little sigh.

The quiet reminds her of a time before.

“Remember our first date?”

“The canoe,” said Davey’s dad.

“The moonlight,” said Davey’s mom.

“The quiet river.”

“How it … “

“… meandered,” they said together.

“Shall we?” asked Davey’s mom.

“We shall,” said Davey’s dad.

Together they said, “Let’s go find our boy

and wish him a Happy Meander.”

So Davey’s mom and dad made a canoe,

the kind you can paddle through the air

because that’s the kind of story this is,

and they named the canoe the

Never Too Late.