A few years ago I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my sister got her hair done. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a hair salon with my niece and who walks in but Logan Paul.

I was nervous as fuck, and just kept looking at him, as he read a magazine and waited, but didn’t know what to say. Pretty soon though, my niece started crying, and I’m trying to quiet her down because I didn’t want her to bother Logan, but she wouldn’t stop.

Pretty soon he gets up and… believe it or not… walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asking what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So, without skipping a beat, Logan put down his magazine, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of a hair salon. Chill guy, really nice about it too.