Poor little Malcolm

Turnbull had to be coaxed out of hiding by assurances that he’d actually won the election. His car was bought around sometime after midnight, as he cried, "I want my mummy, I want my mummy," as Lucy picked up the dummy from the floor near by, and held him to her breast coo'ing, "Mummy is here. Mummy is here," as she dried the tears from his cheeks, and changed him into his "big pants" before he went out in public.