No Sweet 16 for this 16th

Ella turned 16 today.
Weeks.
16 Weeks.


Before going off to work, I sat her down and had a serious discussion with her about how now that she is 16 she needs to start pulling her own weight.

You know, like getting a driver's license and getting a job.

It seemed like the responsible parenting thing to do.


In true "I just turned 16 and I'm a princess and you're not the boss of me" fashion, she instead decided to take up a bad habit:






I think it had something to do with us not having a party for her and not being featured on MTVs My Super Sweet Sixteen. This is only speculation on my part, of course, since she's not speaking to me...