Logan had kind of a rough evening.
And this is what he did:
I sneaked outside and got a couple of shots with my camera
before he spotted me...
I told him to just pretend I'm not there.
And that's exactly what he did...
And before long, he started to talk.
He never stopped playing...
he didn't even look at me while he talked...
he just kept dribbling and shooting...
dribbling and shooting...
...but he talked...
And if getting him to talk takes me standing off to the side while he channels his frustration into a sport, I'll take it.
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