My mom hired a singing chicken to serenade me at a very small (5 people) after school party. It was corny but very sweet. I had told her one classmate (a girl I didn't really know) had been surprised by her parents at a school assembly with a singing pink gorilla.
As for cars and licenses, my mom told me what her father told her... "you don't get one until you get a job and can pay for it". I didn't get my driver's license and a car until after she died. In fairness, she was terrified of my driving and I needed a lot of very expensive adaptive controls to account for a disability.
I kinda hate parents who overindulge their 16 year olds. (That Sweet Sixteen show on MTV makes me want to vomit what with all the hubris of the overly spoiled girls.) It's more than enough to mark the day and acknowledge that your little girl is growing up. But please, keep her off the street while I'm trying to drive. I have quite enough problems dodging cell phone talkers, drunk drivers and general idiots. The last thing I need is to run into one of these darlings too:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I54mlK0kVw&feature=player_embedded
I hear ya about that show.

