The Nugget came racing around the corner, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. He kept saying (what we thought was), "A bok, a bok". First we thought he was asking for a book but that prompted an angry, "NO!" Then we asked him if he was thinking about chickens. Frustrated, he reared back and head-butted the couch repeatedly, yelling, "A bok, a bonk, I bonk, I bonk!" Translation: He had bonked his head in the other room and needed a kiss. End curtain on the Nugget's first re-enactment.