There's alot more to this than voting, and it has nothing to do with me pressuring her to vote.
It's about making adult decisions and transitioning from a little girl into a woman.
And yes, I was quite the rotten hell raiser when I was a kid, but a couple punches in the face every night from Mom's drunk boyfriend had a bit to do with my teenage angst.
I spent many nights literally in the dog house out back with my dog since I was usually locked out of the house so Mom's boyfriend could have her all to himself.