My dad put the first "true" scratch on mine -not even 3000 miles yet - as we were packing up the tents after our tribal group's pow-wow. I parked close to the site so we could just load everything into the back, and not paying attention, he let one of the tent poles hit the lower right corner of the passenger front door and it gave it a good transfer scratch.
I about cried. It's my first brand new car and I'm paying for it completely on my own. It didn't help that he acted like it was no big deal, told me I should've parked it further away, and made a joke about NDN cars (which was actually kinda funny, but not at the time). I parked it closer so he wouldn't have to pick up and carry as much stuff!!
My mom ended up buying me an indian taco and apologizing for him. What would we do without moms to keep the peace?
I agree, give her a hug, accidents happen - but she should also have to pay in for fixing it.