We have a small balcony outside of the master bedroom on the second floor. Charles really likes it. He frequently makes me go out on it with him, so he can just hang out there. He likes to run his car along the railing and the base boards. Last weekend while the boys where trying to get up, Charles got to have a double thrill. The balcony faces the street and out on the street that morning was a large truck. What could be better? So Charles and I went out on the balcony to watch the truck be trucky. Charles repeated confirmed with me that yes, indeed, it was a truck. The driver heard us and waved to Charles, who got very shy. Eventually, though, the truck left and Charles let me go back inside.