SEPTEMBER 18, 2006
Word Count:250
“C’mon Stephen. Get up. It’s a work day.”
“Just ten more minutes.”
“You said that an hour ago, get up.”
“I don’t wanna go.”
“Well that’s just too bad mister. Get out of bed, get cleaned up and march downstairs. Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Awww.”
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
“My, my, my now don’t we look good? Are we all ready for our first day back in Parliament?”
“I wonder what Stockwell is wearing?”
“Is that what’s eating you this morning? Dress codes are the last thing you need to worry about. Ignore those reporters. Just make sure you’re prepared against those nasty Liberals.”
“Nothing to be prepared for. They don’t even have a leader.”
“You know the New Democrats are going to be hounding you on Afghanistan. Did you do your homework?”
“Uh yeah. Sure.”
“You didn’t stay up all night playing video games and chatting with your friends did you?”
“No. No. Of course not. Only for an hour or two.”
“That’s it. The computer is coming out of your room!”
“That’s not fair!”
“You need to focus your attention now Stephen. You need to be prepared with answers on the softwood deal and Kyoto. The next few months will be critical. Hurry up and eat or you’ll miss your ride.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“What is it this time?”
“I have a stomach ache.”
“I’ll stomach ache you all right. You’re wasting your life. Now do something productive Stephen, like govern.”
“Awww, do I have to?”
“Surprise us.”
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