Say "Jazz Hands!"
As anticipated, all our mates at dinner had brought some roses for their kids. If Morrigan noticed, she said nothing. And let me tell you, the girl is not one to suffer silently. [I wonder where she gets it?] She seemed perfectly happy with the abundant praise we offered and loved the whole experience.
We will call it a parenting victory and just one less thing about which her future therapist will hear!