We call him "kicks-like-a-mule"

Chris (like a fool) decided to put Kieran's sleepsack on him on our nice high bed, rather than the floor of the spare room. I use the floor because using the bed means Kieran can kick me in the stomach when he gets excited. As a baby it was rather sweet; as a hefty 18 month old it is rather less sweet - and rather more painful! Anyway, Chris brings K in. K spies the bottle of milk and begins wriggling and kicking for joy. Chris leans over to fasten the straps of the sleepsack just as K gives one final exuberant kick as his eyes register the milk coming closer.... in some surprise I turn to look at Chris writhing on the floor, before dissolving into gales of laughter as Chris struggled from the room, bent protectively over certain parts of his anatomy. Did you know it is very hard to sing a sleepytime song when you are laughing so hard that you are crying? Trust me, it is!! And now, back to my assignment - yay!