In this activity you and your partner should...

Try to make the simulation as realistic as possible.

Example: What should you do with a crying baby? Perhaps 5 minutes of walking, talking,

singing might help!

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Raise my Baby

Day 1: Elvis at the Mickey D's

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"Ok, ready? Now, one, two, three."

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"Sasuke! Did you not hear me when I said three? Did you forget the lyrics? It starts out with Baby your love..."

"Haruno. I'm not singing Elvis to a flour sack."

Sakura gasped and held the baby - or bag of grocery, however you want to look at it - close to her chest. "It's ok, sweetie," she murmurred, "Daddy didn't mean it like that."

Sasuke rolled his eyes and went back to scrolling through his iPod. Annoyed, Sakura reached over and yanked out his headphones.

"For your information, Uchiha," she said, returning his glare. "I want to get a good grade on this project and you're my partner. We're SUPPOSED to work together."

"Project?" snorted Sasuke, plugging back his headphones. "It's a friggin' joke. Pretending that a bag of flour is a baby? Yeah, only you could take it seriously."

"What do you mean, only me? It's parenthood preparation! It's important to know for the future... you know... when you have a baby!"

"Then I'm not going to have one. It's a pain in the ass."

Sakura scoffed. "Yeah, uh-huh. Like the guy ever has to do anything. They just contribute with some sperm and then it's like, oh ok! I guess I'll go to a strip bar now and leave my wife at home to breastfeed my spawn!"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"I knew it," muttered Sakura angrily as she leaned back and looked wistfully out the sunny window. "I knew I should have tried harder to get Kurenai to let me switch partners. Maybe I should've gone on a hunger strike. Or, held a knife to my throat or something. Anything so I wouldn't have to work with this major douche."

"I can hear you," said Sasuke, narrowing his eyes.

"That's the point, dimwad!"

Sasuke shook his head and stood up.

"Wait! Where are you going? We're not done."

"It's 9:30 on a Saturday morning and I'm not spending it at McDonald's with a crazy person and a flour sack."

"Oh, come on. We had to come here for the Happy Meal, duh. Every little kid has to have one of those little toys. I mean, did you think we should've gone to Taco Bell instead? Sasuke! Come back here!"

Cursing, Sakura grabbed the "baby" and ran outside after him. "You don't even have a ride! I was the one who dragged you from your apartment and took you here, remember?"

"Vividly," said Sasuke. He got out his cell. "I'll just text Suigetsu or Karin and get them to pick me up. You can leave now, Haruno."

She pointed a shaking finger at him. "You! Who's Karin? You've been cheating on me, haven't you!"

Sasuke pressed a hand to his (throbbing) temples. "She's my bandmate. Not that it's any of your business."

"Of course it's my business, I'm your freaking wife!" Sakura paused. "Whoa. You're in a band?" She stepped back slightly, suddenly seeing Sasuke in a new light. "Man! That's really cool! Do you play the guitar? Or - oh my God - the drums?"

Sasuke decided to walk away. Except that wasn't very effective since she just followed him.

"What's your band's name? Do you guys have a record deal yet? What kinds of songs do you do, hard metal? Rap?"

"You. Are. Really. Annoying."

"Well, you aren't very pleasant to be around either! Anyway, are you going to band practice right now? Can I come? Please?"

"No."

"UGH! YOU ARE A JERK, YOU KNOW THAT? I'M SUING FOR DIVORCE!"

"Thank God."

Sakura threw her shoe at him as hard as she could.

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Flour Baby Journal:

I HATE THAT BASTARD UCHIHA. I WISH A DINOSAUR WOULD DROP FROM THE SKY AND CRUSH HIM LIKE THAT WITCH LADY GOT CRUSHED BY THE FALLING HOUSE IN THE WIZARD OF OZ.

Today we went to McDonald's with the baby. She had a lot of fun!

(I do not know how Sasuke got that pink lump on his head. Maybe he got run over by a bus while I was busy tending to our baby like the responsible mother I am.)

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A/N: so, should I continue this? (well, since I already wrote "Day 1" i've kinda already made the decision to TRY to continue it at least). Reason this came out was because my alarm clock has a radio alarm thingy and when I woke up on Sat., the first music I heard was Elvis's Your Love's Been a Long time coming for... like, no reason. I like it though, nice beat.