"Good night, Mom," Henry said, and then he added, "… It's still weird that you're younger than me."

"So is having a son twice your size."

Henry smiled and bent down to give her a hug. Emma returned the hug only to find herself lifted up off her feet and spun around by her ten year old.

"Henry!"

Henry laughed and put her down. A cheeky grin adorned his face as he said goodnight again, this time heading for his bed.

"Good night!" Emma called after him.

A couple of hours later, Emma got up from the couch where she was seated next to her parents. She stretched her legs out to relieve the stiffness that came from sitting still for the entire duration of a movie. She then headed for the kitchen, with the intention of getting herself something to drink.

She got barely five steps before her toes caught under the edge of a rug and she fell flat on her face, and surprised herself completely by bursting into tears.

Her parents stared at her in shock for a minute – their daughter was not prone to crying. Snow recovered first.

"Oh, honey!"

She jumped up from the couch and swooped in to scoop her daughter up off the floor.

"Emma, what happened? Are you hurt?" she asked, patting her over for cuts and bumps. She was convinced she must have fractured her skull to be crying so uncontrollably.

"No," Emma responded, through her sobbing.

"What's wrong?" David asked her while Snow held her close and stroked her back, unconsciously bouncing her about like she would a baby.

"I. Don't. Know!" Emma wailed. The tears were streaming down her little face with no signs of stopping.

Snow and Charming exchanged looks, both completely baffled and anxious. Snow shushed Emma and kept stroking a hand over her head and back in an attempt to calm her. She looked up at her husband again, as she had an epiphany.

"I think she's overtired," Snow told him. "Like toddlers get overtired."

"I'm not a toddler," Emma was horrified to find herself sobbing with renewed vigour as she said this - she seemed to have completely lost control of her emotions. Despite knowing that she was crying over nothing, she found she couldn't stop the waves of emotion spilling over her eyelids and down her cheeks.

"You are in the body of one though," Snow reminded her gently, "And I think 11pm is well past it's bed time."

Emma flopped against Snow's shoulder continuing to sob intermittently.

"We better take her to bed."

Snow nodded in perfect agreement with Charming. Snow carried her up stairs and they got her ready for bed. Emma was by this stage so tired (and in fact half asleep) to even complain when her parents changed her into her pyjamas and tucked her into bed. They sat by her bedside until she fell asleep, and then kissed her good night.

"Sweet dreams Emma," Charming whispered.