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The babysitter: I want you to have a good time tonight. You deserve it.
[sighs]
[heavy footsteps]
The child: I want mama’s milk. Why can’t I have mama’s milk?. I’t simple request.
The babysitter: Y-you can’t have mama’s milk right now, buddy.
The babysitter: Okay, yeah. Okay, buddy, let’s uh, get your legos then.
The child: I wanna- I wanna put the smallest lego in my mouth. That’s what I’m gonna do
The babysitter: No, no, no. Y-You can’t – you can’t do that
The child: First you tell me I can’t have mama’s milk. Now I can’t have the smallest lego in my mouth?
The child: Let me get this straight. You’re in charge of me? In my house?
The child: Mama always sings me a song before I go to sleep. Are you gonna do that for me?
The babysitter: [sing] Hush, baby Forest whitaker don’t say a word.
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