Bungling Burglars

I was at my cousin's place in London the other day. He's my eldest cousin, my mother's eldest sister's eldest son. You get the picture. He's not elderly, but old enough that I even call his kids my cousins, because I don't really know what official title I should burden them with.

Well anyway, I killed many birds with a single stone because, who was visiting from India and East Africa? None other than my 4th eldest cousin's wife and kid from Delhi, and my eldest massi (look it up) herself from the dark continent.
So I got to spend time with 3 branches of the family on a sticky London summer's day. My hayfever, which I never suffered from in Fujairah, was slightly irritating that day. Luckily, my only symptom was a runny nose. Loratidine took care of it easily enough...

I digress once again. Back to the matter at hand. We were having dinner, and my Delhi nephew (cousin's kid) decided he had had enough of sitting around listening to boring chatter and took his leave from the table. He went off and promptly came running back 5 minutes later, saying "A boy has broken the window, they were playing outside and the ball hit the window and broke it."

"A boy?"
"Yes, a little boy."
"Where is he?"
"He ran away after breaking the window."

At this point we started laughing a little thinking he may have broken the window and decided to blame some Houdini-like boy. But nevertheless, London cousin and I went off, immediately saw that the spray pattern of the glass was inwards and ran straight out of the house. The neighbours were pointing towards the road and someone shouted 'thieves'. I got in my car sped off along the avenue but nothing... LC went the opposite way hoping to cut them off. Nothing.

Later found out they were on bikes. Great.

Did interrogate my Delhi nephew though. "So what did they look like?"
"Small about this high." (Indicates 4 feet.) I checked the window, they must have been at least 5 feet something but because he's only 7 years old the relative difference in heights were not apparent to him.
"What were they doing?"
"Playing with a ball. It was covered in cloth." (Prevent fingerprints.)
"Ha!"
"They hit the window twice by mistake. " I was now laughing so hard, I ended the questioning. Kids are great. "As soon as they saw me they ran away, like I said."

Inquisitive kids, better than dogs anyday.