The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon "quickie" with their 8-year old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.
As his parents put their plan into operation, he began his commentary:

"There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he shouted.

"An ambulance just drove by!"

"Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out.

"Matt Brown is riding a new bike!"

"Looks like the Sanders are moving!"

"Jason Smith is on his skate board!"

"Mr. and Mrs. Cooper are having noontime sex!!"

Startled, his mother and dad shot up in bed. Dad cautiously called out, "How do you know they're having sex?"

"Because Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony eating a Popsicle."