John and Marsha decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.
He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation. “There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,” he said.
A few moments passed. “An ambulance just drove by.”
A few more moments passed. “Looks like the Andersons have company,” he called out.
“Matt’s riding a new bike.”
“The Coopers are having sex.” Mom and Dad shot up in bed.
“How do you know they’re having sex?”
“Their kid is standing out on the balcony too.”