little heckler

Tate and I went to the Kell baseball game today and sat outside of the player's dugout. Occasionally during the game, a player would come out of the gate right by where Tate was standing and head into the field house. The first time it happened, he turned to me and said, "where is that baseball player going?"....to which I replied, "the potty."

For the rest of the game, I couldn't help but laugh at what might be my new favorite Tate-ism...

"Hey, Big Boy...you going potty?!?!" (yelled at the top of his lungs)