I was peeling the tomatoes at the kitchen table when William came flying in the back door.
"Hi, Grandma! You'll never guess what happened!" This as he flew out of the kitchen.
I laughed to myself a little, thinking that he needed to use the bathroom.
But hot on his heels was Grandpa, and I said, "What's up?" as he, too, flew out of the kitchen.
Hmmmm. This required further investigation, to be sure. I set my knife down and walked into the foyer. I heard Grandpa saying, "Turn off the light!"
I walked through the living room and into the office to see two heads side by side, peering out the window to across the street where the police stood talking to the people from the upstairs apartment.
William breathlessly said, "We heard sirens, and we saw the flashing lights, and I said, 'I wonder where they are going,' and then THEY. TURNED. ONTO. OUR. STREET!'
I laughed at the two of them, and went back to my tomatoes.