Another Tate-ism...

I found Tate sitting on one of his favorite places, the barstool at the island, and he was doing his best "fake cry" with his lips in a very cute pucker. I couldn't resist, so I said, "Oh Tate, why are you so sad?" He looked at me again, doing his best whimper, and said, "Stuck, mama, it stuck. (insert fake cry)." I then realized he was pulling on his finger.

OH I LOVE YOU MY TATER.