We sat and had our cuggles for a little while then The Mr finally cracked open the bottle. As the cork shot out of the bottle with a satisfying POP, Little Mr shrieked with delight and amazement. "Wow dad!" he said "It went POP!" and on that "POP" he lept up into the air and bumped his head on his daddy's hand that was holding the bottle, poised to pour before sending little Mr off to bed.
"OOOooowwwwwwww! I BUMPED ME NUT!!!!" The poor little chap shouted and I scooped him up for a cuddle. He wasn't crying as it was only a little knock but of course was a cross little bunny. Smothering him in kisses and cradling him in my arms he smiles up at me, rubbed at a non existant bump poorly on his head before saying:
"My bootiful head is ruined"