Ken and Martha decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son, Johnny, in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.

Johnny began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.

“There's a car being towed from the parking lot,” he said.

“An ambulance just drove by.”

A few moments passed.

“Looks like the Jefferson's have company,” he called out.

“Brett's riding a new bike, and the Wilson's are having sex.”

Mom and Dad shot up in bed.

“How do you know that?” the startled father asked.

“Their kid is standing out on the balcony too,” his son replied.