That's heartbreaking!

Well, I'm heart broken. Truly, I am. The woman down the road, that would be the mother of the two previously mentioned little shits, a woman I can't stand anyway, has decided that she isn't talking to me! I'm mortified! How will I ever get through life now? Maybe I should just go and stick my head in an oven???
Allow me to explain why............................
We've just come back from our holidays. My eldest daughter decided that she wanted to bring a couple of souvenirs back for her friends at school. I don't have a problem with that. It's a lovely thought. The aforementioned souvenirs weren't expensive so why not?
What has this got to do with Mother Mong (just my little pet name for her) I hear you ask? Well, she has a soft spot for my kids. Who wouldn't? They're such darlings, obviously! Anyway, we just so happened to return home from holiday slap bang in the middle of school finishing time and as we were passing the local school, who should pull in behind us but mother mong and her two little mongs, flashing their headlights and beeping their horn in true mong style!
Now my dear eldest has some sort of strange affection for mother mong and as soon as we pulled up outside our house she announced that she wanted to give one of these souvenirs to mother mong. I was kind of irritated by this. For one, mother mong is a fully grown adult and doesn't need childish offerings. Secondly, she had bought the souvenirs for her two best friends. No mention of mother mong when she wanted to buy them. I asked her to wait until school the next day and see how she felt about it then. I told her that that way she could either give both souvenirs to her friends or keep one back for mother mong if she still felt she wanted to. At least that way no-one gets hurt. But no, she knew best and sneaked it out of the bag when I wasn't looking and gave it to mother mong. Obviousley I was annoyed at this but she'd made her decision so she would have to live with it. I told her that there was no way that she was going to take her sisters souvenir off her the next day which is what she would have tried to do.
Well, the next thing I know she has come back and told me that she'd asked for the souvenir back off mother mong so she could give it to her friend. Oh dear! This is not good. Secretly I was quite happy about the decision but I gave her a lecture anyway on how not to upset people by giving them something and then asking for it back again as this is quite rude!
I knew what would happen. A few days later my daughter infoms me that mother mong is now not speaking to me (YEEHAH!!!!) because she believes I forced my daughter to get the souvenir back off her. Tsk Tsk........... such a shame really but I will bear the brunt of this womans anger in the very real hope that she keeps it up and never speaks to me ever again! Such bliss! :-)