This is originally set to have ten chapters (ten prompts on the list) but if you have any prompts yourselves that you want included in this, you are free to send me some.
"I'm really sorry the kid's copying a bad word I said and I keep laughing but come on, look how cute that is." Tweaked a bit.
She's unsure, at first, if she's heard right. Maybe it was just another kinder word and Regina's just mistaking it as something else. Yes. Yes, that's what it was.
"Shit!"
She cringes.
Nope, nope, it wasn't another word. It was that word.
She's not prone to swearing, hates it actually, and never does she ever swear around children, not even Henry, yet when she drops glasses onto the floor and they smash, one just can't help themselves.
Of course she never intended on Robyn picking it up. The child was happily playing, lost in her own world, so Regina thought.
She glances a look towards Robin, finds him staring at her, an Oopsie look across his face though the grin he's trying to hide spoils it. Regina sends him a death glare and he looks down, still trying not to grin, and Regina turns her attention onto baby Robyn.
She knows she's done something wrong, knows because this is the part where it gets turned into a game. A grin will appear across the child's face.
Regina cringes again when she shouts the word one more time.
"SHIT!"
And Robin can't hold in his laughter any more.
She pays him no attention as he tries to curb his laughter, heads straight for Robyn on the floor who, as she expected, has that grin across her face, that look in her eyes.
"Robyn," Regina says, attention solely on the child in front of her. "We don't say those words in this house."
"You said it."
The words come from other Robin, and she shoots him a look, one that says Shut up, you're not helping. Yes, she said the word and is the reason the baby is saying the word, and yes, it makes her hypocritical but she's trying to teach the child a lesson, and she doesn't need him confusing said child.
But Robyn doesn't seem to be listening. She looks towards her dad who Regina can guess is still trying not a laugh, a does a little giggle. Looking back at Regina she slyly lets go of a Shit, one that has Robin completely breaking and Regina trying desperately not to chuck a fire ball at his face.
Robyn also laughs.
"Come on," Robin says, trying hopelessly to calm himself down. "You have to admit, it's cute."
No, she won't admit it's cute, because, yes, while it kind of is, a three year old cannot go around saying those words. How will it look back on them?
"Okay, Robyn." she tries again. "You have to stop now, okay?"
The smiles fade, even other Robin seems to have shut up, and the child nods. Regina lets go of a breath, the child seems to have understood now, and goes back to clean up the smashed pieces of glass, missing the knowing looks between big Robin and baby Robyn.