My Two-Year-Old's First Baseball Game

I resisted the temptation to take my daughter to Yankee Stadium until she asked to go. It was worth the wait.

About a month ago at Yankee Stadium, I heard the strains of Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” from a new perch: the family restroom.

It was the last regular season game of the year, and my two-year-old daughter Riley had made it cheerfully through the eighth inning before a matter-of-fact announcement: “I pooped.” As my wife and I steered Riley back …