Hey Logan, come here. I want to take a picture of you in the snow.
Dude! Look at me. And be still.
No Logan. AT me. Mommy. The one who brought you into this world at me. Over here pointing the camera at you.
No, I mean smile and look at me when I have the camera pointed at you.
Logan, where are you going? Don’t you want to have your picture taken? Oh, you don’t? Well, what if I want your picture today? So that, when I’m old and demented, I can remember how sweet you were. You’re not sweet? Ok, that solves everything.