"No no no, Emma, you don't melt the sippie cup!" panicked Ross as he noticed the plastic cup on fire. Emma giggled as her father tried to smother the flames with a kitchen towel. However, that just caused the towels to go up in flame.

Ross was flipping out at this point, but then he realized something. He quickly shot a jet of water out from his hands and onto the flames, immediately smothering them.

"Emma, bad!" he said sternly as he looked her in the face. "Don't do that! If you did that while no one is around, you could burn down the house! All your toys would be bye-bye!"

Emma looked at him. The only part of that sentence that she listened to was toys and bye-bye. This instantly caused her to bawl, not wanting her toys taken away.

"Oh no no no honey, don't cry! Daddy's not mad! He just doesn't want you doing that anymore!" said Ross as he picked her up, lightly bouncing her.

Seconds later, Rachel came in the door, her work uniform on. "Hey honey! How was Emma today?" she asked as she put her stuff on the counter.

"Yet another sippie cup massacred," said Ross as he continued to bounce her.

"Aw, when do you think she'll grow out of that phase?" asked Rachel as she began to clean that up.

"I don't know, but soon hopefully," said Ross after Emma finally calmed down.

"Oh yeah, one more thing. Phoebe wants us to watch Christopher tonight, her and Johnny need some alone time," said Rachel as she threw the melted plastic away.

"Ok, whatever, do you know when?" he asked as he placed Emma in a fire-proofed play pen.

"Um, eight. So, they should both go straight to sleep. And that leaves us with the night together," smiled Rachel as she drew closer to Ross.

Ross smiled and stopped Rachel. "Not in front of Emma."

Later that night, around eight, there was a knock on the door. Rachel, who was holding Emma, went to go answer it. Of course it was Phoebe and Johnny, with little Chris.

You see, both Emma and Chris were around one years old, and were pretty much best friends (as far as babies go). Chris had ginger hair, and deep blue eyes that resembled the ocean. Johnny always had him dressed up in little sports outfits, such as a racing shirt, or motocross. Chris's powers were nothing like his parents, and it was telekinesis. When he wanted something, he got it (literally).

"Oh thank you Rachel, you don't know how bad we needed a night out," said Phoebe as she entered the apartment, placing Chris into the playpen.

"Aw, speak nothing of it. Ross and I weren't planning on doing anything tonight anyways," said Rachel as she placed Emma in there too.

"Well I guess we'll be off then. We're going to go see a race, isn't that exciting?" said Phoebe.

"Crazy exciting," said Rachel as they headed back over to the door again. "Now don't you two get into any trouble. You can pick up Chris in the morning."

"Thanks Rachel," said Johnny as he gave her a quick hug.

"Bye!" they all said, and in a few seconds, they were gone.

Rachel, making sure they were absolutely gone, called to Ross, "They're gone!"

In a few seconds, Ross came out of the bedroom, wearing a pirate suit. "You sure you want me to wear this?"