Being 18 years old is not a rite of passage to entitled adulthood.
Upon an 18th birthday, pixie dust does not magically transform a teenager into a well-educated, experienced, and established adult ready to make any and all sound decisions.
It comes with rules and boundaries, especially if one still lives under Mommy's roof.
Just a brief reminder conversation that need to be said today.
"But, I'm 18 ... [insert whine]"
You do have rights, sweet girl. I know you have very high hopes of total freedom turning 18. You have the right to have a roof over your head, food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a comfy bed to sleep in, and the freedom of a car to drive and a cell phone to use ... while you are living under my roof.
