Though she has been "walking" for nearly a year, it would be more exact to say that The Rooster careens like a drunken sailor.
Last week at Granny's house K sat on an ottoman attempting to enjoy a cup of coffee despite the whilrling toddlers and flying legos.
Without warning The Rooster slammed into him, sending hot coffee shooting out of his cup and spraying his whole body.
[The Rooster was untouched by the most sacred black drink.]
K shouted out in pain,
"AAAAHHHH! SON OF A MOTHER GARBLESHDLSKEDSSDF!!!"
The Rooster looked at her father completely bewildered.
"You spill your coffee, Daddy?" she said with total innocence.
K looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Uh...yeah, Rooster. Daddy spilled his coffee."
With a mixture of sadness and confusion, The Rooster said,