I doubt it. Frankie got paid more because in truth, she DOES more. Herriman is an imaginary friend and not really someone who does a whole lot for someone in his position. Plus, he doesn't ever seem to leave the house.

Aside from the beach trip in "Squeeze the day", he doesn't do anything or buy anything. I think Madame Foster pays Frankie well because it has to be something pretty good for her to quit being president over a financial difference.

Frankie's not greedy, but judging by her reaction, I think the amount removed from her original pay as care taker was signifigantly large.

It does say on her Coco card(from Comic Con '06) that she IS underpaid to some extent. My "quarter" suggestion was tongue-in-cheek and not all that serious, but I'm agreeing with Cassini; she's probably not getting what she deserves for the insane amount of work she does.

I think she's more happy with just being able to do what she does rather then get paid.

This kind of job is the one where your rewards are usually the lovey dovey, emotional ones.

And since Frankie has such a big heart, I'm sure she'd love her job and still do it even if she was paid in Monopoly money.

Exactly what makes her so wonderful in my eyes, and why my love for her has yet to weaken. :frankiesmile:

Make it three. Let's face it, they can't pay her what's she worth. After all, she's priceless. :frankiesmile:

And knowing is half the battle! 8D I'm sure Frankie gets paid fairly. Or at LEAST gets free room and board as part of the job. But I'm sure Frankie would keep doing what she's doing nomatter what she has to go thrue.

ya.frankie rocks.sometimes i just wanna slap mr.herrimen.he keeps giving her more and more things to do!

No need to dislike Mr.Hariman. Yes, he can be hard on Franakie but he does all the paperwork and probobly alot of the meet-and-greet's that would be part of donations and charaties. And I think he's a little more qualified for those things than Madam Foster.;)
And I think the friction between Mr.Hariman and Frankie is no more then a kind of sibling rivalry. He was her imaginary, and therefor best, friend and then comes life. Madam Foster grew up, got married, had kids, and now a grandkid. She never abandend him and still loves him, but I'm sure it hurts for him to not be the center of her life anymore.
I'm sure that Frankie and Hariman arent fighting ALL the time. Just when they're "on the screen". We know that the three are a loveing family.:D

:mfoster: :herriman: :frankiesmile:

Hmmm...

After Frankie and Mr Herriman have yet another argument, Madam Foster gives them both a stern lecture about setting a good example for the less well-behaved IF's. She goes on to insist that all three of them are now going to have "Quality Time" together. She marches them up to her room and gets out the Scrabble board. "We're going to have a nice quiet game of Scrabble now," says Madam Foster, "and there'll be no talk about rules or budgets or any other House concerns, just idle chat, okay dearies?" Frankie and Mr. Herriman grumble a bit but comply, and the game begins. Twenty minutes into the game, Mr. Herriman, who knows every word in the English language, is pulling ahead and looking very well pleased with himself. Frankie scowls at his smug pleasure as she draws new letter tiles. Her scowl suddenly turns into a big mischievious smile as she spots an opportunity and spells out a word. Mr. Herriman examines Frankie's word; his eyes pop wide, and his monocle falls into his glass of carrot juice. "Miss Frances!" he yells. "That word is not in the official Scrabble dictionary!" Madam Foster, who had been dozing, wakes up at the commotion. "Hm? What's going on?" Mr. Herriman points at the Scrabble board. "It's what he is, Grandma," says Frankie. Madam Foster giggles; Mr Herriman seethes. "Now now, dear," Madam Foster says to Frankie. "Take that off the board and apologize to Mr. Herriman." Frankie removes the offending word and apologises. "I sawwy, Mr. Herriman," she says in a fake little girl voice, choking back her desire to laugh. "I won't ever call you a 'Doodoohead' ever again." Madam Foster loses it and bursts out laughing. Mr. Herriman rolls his eyes and wonders where his monocle has gone to.

:frankiesmile: :frankiesmile: :frankiesmile:

*Hands Cassini a gold star*