"Your boss. Steve. Do you want him to live with us?"
Now I like my boss. Like him a lot actually. But no, I don't want him to live with us.
"No sweetie, I don't want him to live with us. I like when I see him, but I don't need to see him as much as I see you and Little Dog and Papa," I answered.
I'm not sure where this came from, but as I thought about it I realized I'd had a really good talk with my boss on Friday. I had talked to Mr. Dog about it afterwards when I got home. And yes, I probably did say I really liked my boss.
"Just because you like someone, you don't necessarily want them to live with you," I offered.
"Ok," says Big Dog.
He was quiet for a few minutes then piped up one more time. "Are you sure?"
Pretty sure. But no, I'm not really sure why he's trying to adopt my boss.