A/N: This long awaited chapter goes out to Edward's Manda. If you don't know the fairy tale, just ask me. Read and review? Enjoy!

Poll: For Esme's design show, you chose Martha Stewart with While You Were Out as the runner up.

New Poll: The Cullen/Hale family is cast for the movie. Who was the best choice to play their character? Personally, I think it's a three way tie between Rosalie, Jasper, and Esme. Not for looks, but acting. For looks, I give it to Rosalie and Carlisle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Mama Had A Baby

"Mama had a baby and her head-"

"Don't you dare!"

"-popped-"

"No!"

"-off."

There was a tiny snapping sound, followed by the head of a daisy falling silently to the ground. Two sets of golden eyes stared at it for a moment before one pair looked up in rage.

"Emmett!"

Glancing towards his mother, Emmett shrunk back a little. It wasn't everyday he saw her this angry.

"Yes, Esme?" He asked timidly.

"What do you think you're doing, decapitating my flowers like that?"

Realizing he still had the daisy stem in his hand, he dropped it quickly to the ground, placing his hands innocently behind his back.

"Well?" Esme persisted, her eyes narrowing.

"Um… Not being bored?" Emmett hedges, smiling his most charming smile.

"You just killed a flower!"

"But-"

"Do you ever think before you act, Emmett?"

Not understanding what she meant, he put up a quizzical front.

"Dear, everything around us, every tree rock, flower - they all have spirits, lives, names."

"Ah…"

Clearly, Esme had gone off of her rocker.

"Honey, have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?"

"Like you asked, I try to stay away from enemy territory, Mom."

"What about asking the grinning bobcat why he grins?"

"I don't play with my food!" Emmett cried, outraged that his mother would think such things of him.

"Can you sing with all of the voices of the mountains?" Esme continued, clearly unperturbed by her son's awkward state.

"Singing was always Edward's department."

"Can you paint with all of the colors of the wind?"

"And that's what you do best. I can't draw a straight line."

Getting aggravated, Esme clenched her hands into fists and yelled, "Out! Out! Out! Until you can do all of those things, don't come into my garden again. Do you hear me, Emmett?"

He didn't respond. He was far too stunned at Esme's sudden outburst.

"Out!"

With that one final word, he ran out of the garden and back into the house. As soon as he made sure the door was shut securely behind him, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a dandelion, and poised his fingers where the flower met the stem.

Smiling, he recited "Mama had a baby and her head popped off."

Snap!