My Husband Is A Bobble Head

Since I don't have a custom bobble head of my husband this Mr. Mets bobble head will have to suffice.
I decided to make my husband a London Beanie to keep him warm when he goes out to the beach metal detecting. He liked the ones I made for the boys so I wanted to surprise him with it. I have it about three quarters of the way done and I'm looking at it. Then I'm looking at his head. Hat. Head. There's a chance that this hat may be a bit too small so I ask him to try it on last night. He takes one look at it and says "Too small." I explain to him that beanies are meant to be small and tight, hugging the head. He shrugs and takes it from me, putting it on his head, pulling it down around his ears. He looks at me and smiles. Those stitches were holding onto one another for dear life. They were stretched to their stretchy limit. I'm trying to suppress a smile. Ok I was choking back the hilarity as I said "Ok maybe I need to cast on a few more stitches. And use bigger needles." He grins his "I toldja so" smile, takes off the beanie and hands it to me. I can hear the yarn breathe a sigh of relief. I look and it's a tad stretched out but I'm sure it'll snap back. I'll give it to one of the boys.
Don't get me wrong. I have the best husband in the world. He's smart, handsome, funny, compassionate, understands my nuttiness and always puts his family first. After twenty one years of marriage he still makes my heart flutter.
But the man has got one big ass head.