My Tate

I took him out to a new spot and he was SO mad at me, all he wanted to do is play ball with daddy. So, I kept telling him we were going bear hunting and that we just needed to knock on the school door and he would come out (hopefully not). That worked for about 2 seconds, then Anthony saved the day and got him to settle down. In the black and white one he is winding up to throw the ball at my face, oh well a little bruise is worth getting my 2 year old that hates getting his picture taken to look at me. I love this little ball of fire, he is my little man Tate...



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