"You rascals! What's all the noise!? The grown ups are trying to talk down there! Hey! You! The one that looks like me! Poor sod! Do I know you?!"
"Papa! It's me!"
"Me?! My boy? Is it you? Yes, he llook like me, just, nearly - only the hair - you have all that hair!"
The children laugh. They shout it, shout his name because they know the routine. They love to know the routine. Everybody loves to know the routine.
"How could it be? All that hair! Where's MY hair!? Whatcha laughing at? Hey! You! You laughing at me? This bald head? Huh?"
Even those who haven't been in this scene before, they pick up the cues like pros. Small gestures, big ones - my son makes google eyes at me - then even the quiet one in the corner comes out to see where he trick is hiding.
It's a lot for a four year old to hold in, but they're trying hard to stay in character . The longer they hold it the funnier it will be when they let loose.
"You! You got my hair?! Huh? Is that it in your pocket? My hair? How about you?! You're laughing - you look guilty! What's all that rolling around on the floor?"
"Where's you're hair?" It's a kid I don't know.
"What? Did you say...? Did ask me? My hair? Where is it?! That's what I'm asking!"
"It's not on your head!"
It's the punch line. They roar. It's done. We did it again. Now the close.
"Who said that? Who.... Say now, you're all teasing me! Go ahead, laugh! All of you! I'm leaving!"