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. He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.
“There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,” he shouted. A few moments passed.
“An ambulance just drove by.”
A few moments later: “Looks like the Anderson’s have company,” he called out. “Matt’s riding a new bike.”
A few moments later: “Looks like the Sanders are moving.” “Jason is on his skateboard.”
A few more moments: “The Coopers are playing in their bedroom.”
Startled, his mother and father shot up in bed. Dad cautiously asked: “How do you know they are… playing in their bedroom?”
“Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle too.”