(A house in the moonlit darkness of 3am)
Child:
Mom?
Mother:
(held breath)
Child:
Mom.
Mother:
(sigh)
Child:
Mohmeee!
Father:
What’s wrong? Do you want me to get him?
Mother:
No, give him a minute.
Child:
(hums a medley of “The Farmer in the Dell,” “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad,” and a few songs of his own composition)
Father:
Do you want me to get him?
Mother:
No. He will settle back down.
Child:
(metamophasising version of Baa Baa Black Sheep) Baa Baa Maa Maa Mom Mom meeeee....
Father:
Aw, listen to him. He loves you.
Mother:
And I love him. So, I will let him fall back into healthy sleep.
Child:
Mom. Moh-meee, I want to get out.
Mother:
(sigh)
Child:
Mom?
Father:
Oh, Honey, lets go get him!
Child:
Mommy? Mommy, please... Please Mommy!
Mother:
Aaaah
( brightly and loudly) I’m here! I’m coming! Hold on, Peanut!
(walking into the child’s room:)
What’s wrong?
Child:
I woke up.
Mother:
(laughing) I can see that. What woke you up?
Child:
I was frightened.
Mother:
Did something startle you?
Child:
huh?
Mother:
You should say “excuse me,” if you need someone to repeat what she was saying. Did something surprise you and cause you to be...
Child:
Where is my surprise? Can I have my surprise?
Mother:
frightened for a .... I don’t have a present for you. It’s very...
Child:
You said “surprise.”
Mother:
Not a present surprise, I meant startled.
Child:
But... but ...but...
Mother:
Now it’s very late.
Child:
Is it dark?
Mother:
Yes... and we need to get more sleep so that we have lots of energy to play tomorrow.
Child:
Can I play with my toys, now?
(sound of a toilet flushing)
Mother:
No. If you snuggle in, I will read more of...
Father:
Hey, Buddy! What’s wrong?
Child:
I heard something.
Father:
Oh yah? I heard something, too.
Child:
What?
Father:
I heard you singing.
Child:
(brightly) I was. Can I play with my toys, Daddy?
Mother:
I was just saying...
Father:
No, Bud. It’s the middle of the night.
Child:
But... but...
Father:
Maybe, we can watch something.
Mother:
(sigh)
Child:
Cartoons?
Father:
What do you think, Mommy?
(Father doesn't wait for Mother to answer. Father and son race off. Loud cartoon noises are heard. )
Mother:
(BIG sigh)
( Mother turns to the audience with a look of exhaustion )
THE END
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