young at heart

yesterday afternoon three little kids who live on our street knocked on our door wanting to see our kitten, so i let them in and then i had to find the kitten so i went upstairs and the kids followed me... but the kitten was not upstairs, so then the kids followed me downstairs and i went to look under our bed, which is where the kitten was sleeping. the kids were not shy at all... they made themselves right at home and started climbing on and under our bed trying to get the kitten. the kitten would have none of it and refused to make herself available. so i told the kids to try another day. i secretly thought it was lots of fun and was surprised that scott didn't scold me for being so permissive with them, but i feel like i get along well with kids and so that is why it was cool for me and fun. i am still a kid. but that is dangerous for kids just to go into a stranger's attic. i should've told them that.