"You're so much heavier than the prince."

There's little doubt that Rapunzel's witch made a more suitable guardian than the actual parents.

I mean, first your mother is unhinged by her desire for what is essentially a patch of lettuce. Then your father, instead of growing a pair (of balls, not lettuce--though that would have worked too), resorts to trespassing and theft in your name. When finally caught, they shrug their shoulders and agree to give you up over the whole event.
Good freaking riddance, I say. Go with the person with the goods. With the magic. With the tower in the clouds. So what if she has a wee bit of an overprotective streak--it's got to be a welcome change from your indifferent family.

Though it seems to me that the witch is the one who really gets the shaft. After all of the pampering, the food, and god knows how many bottles of Pert Plus, she ends up betrayed. Proving that disloyalty and dishonesty are, in fact, hereditary.

Note to self: when appropriating a child in witchy revenge, make sure she's from good stock.