A sketch suitable for primary school students, within 5 minutes, funny. Be sure to be short!

This is Guo's "My Dad and I Change Roles", which is based on the life of primary school students and is quite suitable.

Dad: I didn't do well in the exam this time, and I came last.

Son: Dad (striking the table) came last, didn't he come last in the exam?

Dad: I have always been the second from the bottom, and my grades are very stable. However, the fool who came last in the exam had diarrhea. He didn't come, and my grades slipped to the bottom two.

Son: (pointing to dad) How does your boy go to school? Those two holes under your eyebrows are venting.

Dad: The bottom of my eyebrows ... I have two holes.

Teacher: Speak politely.

Son: That's what he usually says about me.

Dad: You talk nonsense. Am I like you? ah

Son: You are like me at ordinary times. I gave you a discount. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Mom and I haven't seen you smile for years.

Dad: How is that possible, teacher? Did I see you smile? Ha, ha, ha, everyone laughed.

Teacher: I think you should spend more time with your children and wife.

Dad: It's easier said than done for you to spend more time with your children and wife. I am a man. I have a career. There are more than 300 people in the factory. Why are you looking for my attention? : Who doesn't want to spend more time with his wife and children? But the director will accompany you, but who won't? Who will get paid? How can I feed this child, let him go to school, buy him books and schoolbags, and return them?

Son: Give it to me,

Dad: Get up.

Dad: (reading) Honey, honey? My heart is empty. I have been away from you for four minutes. You will be free in four minutes.

Teacher: Come on, let me see, let me see.

Dad: What's the matter?

Teacher: Only when you smile can I breathe, and only when I breathe can you gasp.

Dad: (to son) You come here for artificial respiration.

Teacher: Don't worry, don't worry, I don't think this is written by a child.

Dad: He didn't write it. Who wrote it? I wrote it.

Eh: You wrote it.

Dad: You talk nonsense.

Eh: You wrote it to my mother.

Teacher: How can there be?

Son: (pointing to dad) You always don't come home, so I asked mom, mom, dad always doesn't come home, doesn't he want us? Mom said no, dad loves us and this family. You see, dad wrote such a letter to his mother. It is this letter that I have always carried with me, and I am reluctant to return it to my mother.

Dad cried with his son in his arms: child

Teacher: I'm really sorry. This is my fault.

Dad: Sorry, teacher, I made you laugh.

The teacher cried ~ ~ whoops ~ ~ ~

Dad and son looked around and found the teacher crying. They were frightened: Ah!

Teacher: Son, if you write this composition, you will definitely win the first place in the class. Don't forget to give it to the teacher tomorrow.

The teacher cried ~ ~ woo ~ ~ opened the door and left.

Dad: I said, do all your teachers cry like this?

Son replied: Dad, I dare not. I dare not take my teacher home again.

Dad: Come on, son.

Son: Dad.

Dad: Son, you should have taken the teacher home a long time ago. It's dad's fault. Dad, I'm sorry (tears).

The son ran over and cried with his father.

Dad: Son, dad is always busy, and he almost forgot about you and mom. I'm sorry, dad. From now on, spend more time with you and do more homework to make you the real number one in your class. How's it going?

My little finger: retractor.

Dad held out his little finger: hook.

Dad: Hook, hanged for a hundred years, not changed.

Dad: Still laughing, smelly boy. Why don't you pack your things and go?

Dad: Dad, hehe, it went well.

Dad, my son smiled. ...