Son is Leaving - skit
by Ron Kurtus (3 Aug 71)
BOY: Well, folks, I'm leaving.
FATHER: You're going, son?
BOY: Yep. I'm going to be leaving.
MOTHER: You're leaving us? You're leaving your mother and father?
BOY: Yep. It's just something that has to be done.
MOTHER: Oh my son! Just a few years ago, you were a little baby, and
now you're leaving us. (she goes over and embraces him, sobbing)
BOY: (patting her on the back) Now, now, Mom. It's not like forever.
I'll be back. But, you know, a fellow gets a certain age, and
he's lot to go. I can't be sticking around the house forever.
FATHER: He's right, Martha. The boy has grown up.
MOTHER: (still emotional) But I remember him when he was still in
BOY: Aw, Mom!
MOTHER: And how he used to cry for his bottle.
BOY: Gee, Mom. (embarrassed)
MOTHER: You did!
FATHER: (hand on her shoulder) But, Martha. The boy's grown up now.
He's no longer a child. The days are gone when we used to walk him
in the baby carriage. It's past when he used to want a ride on my.
(getting emotional too)
He doesn’t have to ask us if he can cross the street anymore.
Those - days - are past.
(breaking up and embracing boy)
Oh, son! Don't leave us.
BOY: Aw, Dad. Take it easy.
FATHER: (controlling himself.) Sorry son. I just got carried away.
BOY: Well, I'd better get going.
MOTHER: So soon? It's early in the morning yet.
FATHER: There's no hurry son. You don't have to leave yet.
BOY: No, I've got to go now.
MOTHER: Have another piece of toast.
FATHER: Yes, there's no rush.
BOY: I've got to go. The school bus is here!