The Birthday-Drama Skit

The Birthday-Drama Skit

Themes: Change, growing, infants, maturing, refusing to change, lack of spiritual maturity/growth
Categories: Personal, Life Situations, Topical 
Summary:

This is a dialogue between Bart, a 1 year old, and his friend Sally, who is about to turn 1.  Through their discussion, Bart warns Sally to stop her impending birthday at all costs!  From experience, Bart knows that once you have that first birthday, parents will start expecting certain things from you, like talking, walking and using the potty.  According to Bart, change is not a good thing and he decides that growing up just isn't worth it. This parallels the idea that God expects us to grow in our spiritual maturity.

 
 
Style: Comedy

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Characters: 4 (1 Male, 3 Female)
Length: 5-10 minutes
 
Excerpt (Sample)

Bart: Boy, am I glad to see you today! I have to warn you about something before it's too late.

Sally: Too late for what? (she plays nicely with a doll)

Bart: You're having one of those birthday things pretty soon, aren't you?

Sally: Yeah, in a few weeks. I'll be 1 year old. Why?

Bart: Don't do it Sally! It's all a big scam! It's terrible, horrible and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!

Sally: What are you talking about, Bart? I was at your birthday party and it was fun. You had cake all over your face and in your hair! I laughed all week about that!

Bart: No, you don't understand. That birthday was the worst thing that's ever happened to me!

Sally: Yeah, you had it really rough: all those pretty decorations, the ice cream, the new toys, the constant attention. I hope I have it as bad on my birthday! (she rolls her eyes)

Bart: (grabbing Sally's shoulders) Listen to me! Listen very carefully. What I am about to tell you will change your life forever....Ever since my birthday, my parents have treated me differently.

Sally: What do you mean, differently?

Bart: They expect things from me. They want me to do things.

Sally: Like what?

Bart: Like the other day: I was sitting on the floor, playing with my "Tickle Me Elmo" when my mom comes over, sits down next to me, gets right up in my face and says, "Can you say .Momma.?" I just looked at her like, "Are you talkin. to me?"

Sally: Oh Bart, that's awful! She actually expected you to talk?

Bart: It's not just my mom either. That night my dad was begging me to say "Dadda." I was so upset. Now that I'm 1 they expect me to try and speak their language. I just can't take that kind of pressure!

Bart:                 There's more.  They want me to learn how to walk.  Dad's been helping me.  I hold onto his fingers and walk around the house.  I don't want to learn to walk, Sally!  Once, I saw one boy let go of his dad's hands and he fell right onto the coffee table.  His face looked worse than Freddy Krueger's! 

Sally:                Oh!  That's terrible! 

Bart:                 No sir, I'll stick to crawling around or being carried: safest ways to travel. Those stroller thingys aren't too bad either. 

Sally:                I agree. 

Bart:                 You know what else Sally?  My mom says that soon I will have to sleep in a big boy's bed.  

Sally:                (unbelieving) No more crib? 

Bart:                 Nope. (scared)  What if I fall out?  What if a monster comes and lives under there?  I've heard of that happening, you know.  I hate being 1.  It's ruining my life! 

Sally:                How awful for you Bart.  I hope my parents don't make me do all those things!