Kensington is 6 years old, as cute as a button but as sharp and sassy as a hot pink thumbtack. She is also a brave young thing, smiling and chatting and doing the splits for us this afternoon, just a few days after having stitches on her forehead after being scratched in the face by a dog – her own dog too. Our little friend Kensi was adopted by our good friends Nick and Krista when she was just ten months old, first under a fostering arrangement, but then when she was two, officially. Since then she has been growing into a beautiful and clever little comedian who is every bit as much the child of our beautiful, clever and very funny friends as her older brother Lexington, or Lexi. Though we don’t see this dear family as often as we’d like, we try to visit them at Krista’s Red Dragon Café occasionally, and because my brother Alan is in town and wanted to see them, we drove over there today to spend some time in their company. Today, I feel like I got a real sense of Kensington.