i love your family, mrs. rooney. oh, thank you, evan. that is so sweet. i don't care what my mom says. the bad parents are the fun ones. happy 14, maya! how's 14? tell me what it's like to be 14, but don't leave anything out. so far it's a lot of work. because you know i'll be there soon, well, if you're like me, you can look forward to your mother forgetting your birthday. oh, no she did not! where you goin', honey? - must talk to your mom. - must not get involved. why do you tell me these things if you don't expect me to fix them? when you're 14, you'll understand. how could your mother forget your birthday, maya? i've stopped trying to figure it out. she was already gone when i woke up this morning. she probably just took an early shift at the diner. rather than be there for your birthday? unh-uh! riles, a friendship ring. - yeah. - two of them. - yeah! - in case i lose one. no. - well, anybody else would have just gotten me one. - no. - oh, i get it. - yeah. - one for each hand. - no. i'll never take this off until i die. you'll probably die before me