The only way for 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 skate board . . "
A few more moments, "The Allen's are having sex!"

Startled, Mother and Dad shot up in bed. Dad cautiously asked, "How
do you know they are having sex?"

"Jimmy Allen is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle too."

...... popiscle....