Dad's Big Surprise-Drama Skit

Dad's Big Surprise-Drama Skit

Themes: Father's Day; parenting mistakes; looking towards the future; relationships between children and their fathers; expectations for your children; correcting past mistakes; accepting your children for who they are
Categories: Family, Father's Day 

John's wife has left him in charge of their infant son, Max, who doesn't seem to want to stop crying.  John is amazed when a "stranger" seems to be able to quiet the infant down. John is then shocked when the stranger claims to be his very own infant son, Max, now all grown up, visiting him from the future.  Through a humorous and touching discussion, John learns his son never grew to be the star athlete he'd always wanted him to be.  Instead, he's a star chef.  Together, father and son discover reasons why they seemed to grow apart over the years, and strive to find a common bond that will once again unite them.  While their discussion is helpful, John is in for a few more surprises, which leads him to believe that perhaps it's not always good to know too much about your future.

Style: Comedy

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Characters: 3 (2 Male, 1 Female)
Length: 5-8 minutes
Excerpt (Sample)

This is a sample from the middle of the skit.

Dad:                So, do you agree with him?  Do you think I shouldn't know too much about the future? 

Son:                 Not necessarily.  

Dad:                Great! So tell me, do the ____________(insert favorite football team) ever win the Super Bowl, and if so, what year?  

Son:                 That's not the kind of information you need to know, Dad.  There's more to life than just sports. 

Dad:                (gasps) How can you say that?  Are you sure you're my son? 

Son:                 (rolls his eyes) Like I haven't heard that phrase about a million times through my life!  That's part of why I'm here, Dad.  I thought it might be best to warn you now, so you could get used to the idea. 

Dad:                What idea? 

Son:                 That I'm not going to be the great athlete you always wanted me to be. 

Dad:                (hesitant) You don't have to be great'necessarily. 

Son:                 I'm not good either. 

Dad:                (hopeful) Average? 

Son:                 I couldn't catch a ball until I was 8, and I throw worse than most girls I know. 

Dad:                (reacting badly, grabbing his head) I need to sit down.  The room is spinning. 

Son:                 See, I thought it was best to tell you now.  

Dad:                Can you at least run, like cross country or track or anything

Son:                 Not without puking or tripping over my feet. 

Dad:                (putting his head between his legs) I think I'm going to be sick.

Son:                 I'm sorry Dad, I know this is a shock but believe me, it's better that you know now.  It will save you a lot of embarrassment later on. 

Dad:                (lifting his head) Embarrassment? 

Son:                 You tried to enroll me in basketball camp one year. 

Dad:                This story doesn't have a happy ending, does it? 

Son:                 Not really, no. 

Dad:                Then, let's not go into it, okay? 

Son:                 Okay.  

Dad:                If you don't like sports, then what do you like? 

Son:                 You might want to brace yourself. 

Dad:                Tell me. 

Son:                 I'm a chef. 

Dad:                A what? 

Son:                 A chef.  I have my own restaurant; it's very upscale.  I've gotten great reviews. 

Dad:                You're a cook? 

Son:                 In simple terms, yes. 

Dad:                Where did I go wrong? 

Son:                 Not in the way you think you did, Dad. 

Dad:                What's that supposed to mean? 

Son:                 You're not a failure as a father just because you didn't raise an all star.  Where you went wrong was by not supporting me in doing something I love and happen to be very good at. 

Dad:                I just never expected my son to be anything but an athlete.  

Son:                 I know Dad.  I wish I could have been that guy for you but I'm just not.  

Dad:                So, what did we do together then? 

Son:                 Most of my childhood was spent in the backyard with you trying to teach me how to play all the sports you love. 

Dad:                I take it things didn't go well. 

Son:                 You'd usually end up yelling at me and I'd usually end up in tears, which just made it worse.  It got worse over the years and we eventually drifted further and further apart.  You've never even been to my restaurant. 

Dad:                I haven't? 

Son:                 No.  You've only been to my house a few times.  I wasn't even sure if you were going to show up at my wedding.  

Dad:                You're married? 

Son:                 Yeah, a few years now.  Beth is great.  You'd like her.  She's a __________ (insert favorite team here) fan. 

Dad:                Really?  But no kids yet, huh? 

Son:                 Actually, we've got one on the way. 

Dad:                That's great!  Congratulations! 

Son:            Thanks.  That's what got me thinking.  I don't want to have the same relationship with my kids that you and I had.