Mike: Didn't you just tell Axl not to do that?
Frankie: I'm her mother, Mike, and she's a 14-year-old girl. It all starts now... boys, breasts, bulimia, all the "b" words. It's our job to stay on top of it. Oh, man. Oh, no.
Mike: What?
Frankie: "January 7th. Went to school. Came home. Going to bed now." January 8th. "Where are my blue socks? Can't find them anywhere. Oh, well. Going to bed now." This is the most boring thing I've ever read.
Mike: So that's good, right?
Frankie: February 11th. "I hate lettuce." February 18th. "Mom served lettuce again. Still hate it." Well, the good news is, she's not doing drugs. The bad news is, she's not doing anything!