EvilQueensDaughterRapunzel gave me two prompts and I picked the first one where Penelope gets her first haircut, though I took it in a different direction, kinda. I'll be honest, I've worked with kids for years and I don't really know when they are supposed to get their first haircut, so bear with me if this seems too old for a first one. Penelope is 2, Roland is 8 and Henry is 12.

Emma and Regina certainly didn't hurt for money. They were both pretty big figures in their small town and could afford to buy their kids new everything. Yet, they didn't always do that. Why spend more something on something, just because you have the means to? The same was true when it came to haircuts. Emma's mother was a hairdresser with her own salon and growing up, Emma always had her haircut by her. She ended up teaching Emma how to cut hair when she was a teenager. So, Emma cut her children's hair. She had already been doing it for Roland and Henry for years, but this time she and Regina had decided it was time for Penelope's first haircut.

The toddler was 2 and her blonde curls were getting pretty long and harder to care for. Emma had similar hair texture and knew that the shorter they were, the easier they were to take care of. At the same time, she never looked great with short hair and she didn't want to make her daughter's too short. She just wanted to give it a trim.

Roland was currently sitting in the chair, a towel around his neck. Emma was frowning at his request. "Is this really what you want?"

"Yes." Some of his friends had gotten buzz cuts since summer was coming up. His hair always made his head feel so hot.

"But your curls are so cute." Emma ran her fingers through them.

"Mama," Roland whined.

Emma sighed. She knew they'd grow back and it was what he wanted. She just hoped it would be just as curly. "Alright, Rolo."

While she was working on his hair, Henry was sitting on the floor with Penelope, letting her show him her new Calico Critters, her newest obsession.

"You're next," he told her. "Are you excited?" He saw Penelope look up at what was happening to her other brother's head and her eyes widened. "No, Mama won't use those on you. She'll use scissors like she did with me."

"Sharp," Penelope said, simply. She wasn't allowed to play with scissors, not even at her craft corner. If she wanted to cut something, her mommies or brothers had to do it for her.

"Mama won't hurt you with them," Regina spoke up from her spot at the table. She was doing her best to not look over at her youngest son. She was not happy with his choice either but it was his hair. She had recently decided to have Emma cut her hair shorter too.

Penelope still wasn't sure. She liked her hair, it was like her mama's. They were trying to make her give up her pacifier, so she'd chew on her hair instead. It brought her comfort. But as she was only 2, she couldn't really express why she didn't want it to be cut.

Finally, Emma finished up with Roland. "Alright, you're done cutie pie," she told him. Roland hopped down, removing the towel and bouncing over to Regina. She sighed, pulling him onto her lap. He did still look adorable. She was just going to miss his curls until they grew back. "Penelope, come here," Emma said once she had set up something for her daughter to sit on so she could easily reach her hair from behind the stool.

"No," Penelope returned to her toys.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Come on, don't you want to get your haircut like Henny and Rolo?"

"No."

"Sweetie, you need to cut your hair," Regina told her. "It won't be as tuggy, won't hurt as badly."

"No. Not doing it." Penelope got up and ran out of the room. Regina let out a long sigh and glared at Emma.

"She gets this from you," she mumbled.

"Me? What about all the times she's seen you act so stubborn?"

"You're both stubborn," Henry told them.

"Do you want a bowl cut?" Emma offered, snapping the scissors, earning her an eye roll from her son.

"Why are you making her cut it? It's her hair anyway."

"It's hard to take care of."

"You don't cut your hair anymore," Henry pointed out. "So, why should she?"

Emma didn't want to admit it, but he did have a point. Regina lowered Roland onto a chair and followed her wife upstairs to the nursery. Penelope was hiding underneath her stuffed animals. Emma pretended not to have seen her.

"Oh no," she said, her voice feigning fear. "Where'd Penny go?"

"I dunno," Regina replied, forcing a sigh. "Guess she's not here."

"We'll just give all the brownies to Roland and Henry…"

Penelope jumped out of her big pile of stuffed animals. "I here!"

"There you are!" Emma picked her up. "What's going on Ladybug? Why don't you want to cut your hair?"

"No cut."

Emma went to say something else when she noticed that her daughter's hair had ended up on her mouth. That's when she realized what was going on. Clearly, it was soothing for her to chew on her hair. Was it nessecarily the best thing in the world for her to be doing? Probably not, but they were working on making her give up her pacifier (she only got it at nap and bedtime). It was bad enough they were taking that away from her, how were they meant to take away the other thing that brought her some comfort. Regina noticed it too and rubbed her daughter's back. It wouldn't last forever; the boys went through phases when they were little. With some gentle redirection, it would stop.

"Alright, you don't have to do it today," the mayor told her. Penelope looked up. "Let's go get you some brownies." That perked her up and she held out her arms for Regina to do so. Her mother smiled and took her. Emma smiled, glad they had avoided a tantrum…for now.

A few months later, Henry had asked for a trim, which meant the scissors were out anyway. They had successfully gotten rid of any pacifiers in the house and slowly, but surely, they had gotten the hair chewing under control too. As usual, Penelope was sitting on the floor playing with her toys. Emma and Regina looked nervously over at her.

"Hey Ladybug," Emma called out. Penelope looked up. "Can Mama cut your hair?" The toddler considered it and then got up, walking over. Regina helped settle her down and adjusted the small towel around her to prevent the hair from getting all over her clothes.

5 minutes after Emma started, Penelope began crying. She clearly didn't like it. So, Emma quickly finished up what she had started (stopping where she was would've meant an uneven length) and then put the scissors away.

"Alright, alright, it's over," Emma said soothingly, removing the towel and kissing the top of her head. "You can go play now."

Penelope sniffled and gathered her toys before leaving the room. Regina picked up one of the fallen curls to put it in the baby book while Emma swept up the rest.

"She's just going to be Rapunzel," the blonde told her wife. "Never cutting her hair."

"When she's a teenager, we're locking her window so boys don't climb it," Regina replied with a playful smirk.

"I pity any boy that tries to go out with her. One of her moms is the sheriff, the other is the mayor. Plus, two older brothers."

"They'll have to be brave, that's for sure."

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