Talking to Dogs

Yesterday after Joshua, Alma and James watched me play in a rugby 7's match, we walked over to pet a beautiful golden retriever who was at the tournament.  In typical fashion, James was cooing and ooing to the dog about how she was so soft and a "red dog" while Alma held back with Joshua enjoying the dog from a distance.  When James seemed to think that no one was listening, he leaned over to the dog and whispered "My mom plays rugby."