On Tuesday, we had our Cub Scout pack meeting and Mark and I did a skit. We played all of the characters and had little props to denote who was playing whom. The knight was always the knight, and most everyone else got switched around. The boys loved it when Mark donned a tiara and played the princess at the end.
I was the knight because I love saying, "What?! DIE!!!!" and stabbing Mark. He loves keeling over and sprawling across the floor.
... What does this say about our marriage?
Skit:
Knight: I’ve come to marry the princess.
Gatekeeper: Hold on, I’ll have to ask the king.
(to king): There is a man without, my lord.
King: Without what?
Gatekeeper: Without the gate.
King: Well, give it to him.
Gatekeeper: (Hands knight the gate) Here you go.
Knight: What’s this! Die. (stabs the gate keeper.)
(to king): I’ve come to marry the princess.
King: I’ll have to ask the queen.
(to queen) A man wants to marry our daughter.
Queen: Well, I’ll have to ask her.
(to princess) A man has come to marry you.
Princess: Do you like my ring?
Queen: No.
Princess: Then no.
Queen: (To king) She says no.
King (To knight) She says no.
Knight: What? Die! (Stabs the king)
Knight: (To queen) I’ve come to marry the princess.
Queen: I’ll have to ask her.
(To princess) A man has come to marry you.
Princess: Do you like my ring?
Queen: No.
Princess: Then no.
Queen: (to knight) She says no.
Knight: What? Die! (Stabs queen)
Knight: (to princess) I’ve come to marry…you.
Princess: Do you like my ring?
Knight: No.
Princess: Then no.
Knight: What! Die!
(Kills princess)
Ah! What have I done? (kills himself)
School-age boys have a morbid sense of humor. We have mad acting skills.
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