Emmet and I walked through the park, hand in hand. I looked at all the kids on swings, being pushed by their mothers.
It just wasn't fair. They had what I wanted more than anything.
I sighed.
Emmett looked over at me. "Whats the matter, Rose?"
I glanced at a little girl wearing a white and pink dress, holding a balloon.
"I want one," I said sadly.
"What, a balloon? Because their over there, and I think there free-"
"No, Emmett, not a balloon! A kid!"
"Oh."
He stood there for a few minutes, looking puzzled. Finally, he looked me in the eyes.
"Rosalie, describe a basic child."
"What?"
"Just do it."
"Alright..." I thought for a second. "Well, if I had a kid, they would depend on me for everything."
"I do," he said.
"Hmm. Well, little kids don't clean up for themselves. So I would have to do that for them."
"Sounds like me, right?"
I skipped answering his question and moved on to the next fact.
"Kids like toys."
"Don't I always have a blast in the toy section at Walmart?"
That's when I got his point. I didn't need a kid- I had Emmet!
He smiled. "Now, what do you say we go to that bouncy house?"