Driving down the road with mommy, Tate and Tripp when baby Tate wakes up crying.
Tripp: Mommy, I'm tired of me.
Mommy: You're tired of you? What do you mean?
Tripp: I'm tired of me waking up my baby.
Oops - maybe I say that a little too much. Sorry little guy!
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