There was any number of things the girl could say to that. Karen did feel tempted to egg things on further if only to prove her point, or to alternatively apologize to keep the potential fallout to a minimum. She ultimately, however, settled on, “Whatever.”
“That’s it,” demanded the girl’s mother, pointing behind her toward the door, “Upstairs, young lady!”
“But Mom-”
“You heard me,” replied the grown-up, glaring at the little girl in front of everyone, “Up to your room!”
“… Fine! This party’s all about him anyway!” cried the girl before turning and stomping back upstairs.