The Innate Nurturer

Kensington has a koala.

He is a little bear.

He sleeps in an Easter basket

Upon a reclining chair.

If you dare to shout and wake him

You'll ne'er hear a groan nor growl.

But Kensington, his mother dear 

Will raise a cry of foul.

For she has placed him neatly

Wrapped up in her "tankie,"

(At least that's what she calls

Her tattered old white blankie.)

She's left him there to slumber

For the remainder of the day

While she and her little "TEM-ery"

Have gone outside to play.

-Anonymous :)

P.S. - Kensington has an affinity for adding certain consonants to the beginning every word she says.  Last year it was the letter "P".  The past six months it's been "T".  She'll also do an "F".  This past week she's called me "Tommy" and Dallas "Faddy."  I like his name better.  :)