As many of you know, Master had a son a few months back. He is now of teething age, and his lack of sleep is making it near impossible for a girl to string together coherent thought. Anyway, kessia thought you all might enjoy a small poem about him and his attitude lately. kessia wishes all well,

There once was a new baby son,
who was sure that his mom was big fun.
He demanded his fix,
made her do lots of tricks.
Proving to all that he is Master's son.

She wishes all well.

kessia{Sage}