As a kid

I went everywhere with my parents. Mostly because I had to, but I also did enjoy seeing other kids of my age and interacting with them. It was a chance to go to somebody's house, make a mess, and leave without cleaning up. Very good deal to me. Once, a family that we had visited frequently ended up coming over to my house. After about 10 mins of chit-chat, in gibberish, because we were both about six years old, this kid is going to accuse me of stealing his Gigapet or whatever those things were. He then said I came in the middle of the night and stole it. What the fuck? Did he accuse me of being a cat burglar in training? I then thought he might have been referring to the last time I was at his house. I calmly told him that he probably misplaced it. He said he didn't. Then I said that maybe another friend took it. He denied it. I told him if was OK if he had juvenile delinquents as friends. It wasn't his fault. He still didn't believe me. Oh well. My amazing poise and rational thinking at a young age failed me. I am Baliwala. I do not steal small electronics. That is all.