A 14 year old boy trapped in a 2 year old girl's body

Dad: It's time to . . .

Eva: . . . poop on you!

Eva is learning her letters part 2

Eva: A-A-Crocodile

Eva is learning her letters (sort-of)

Eva (on a page of all things starting with the letter "A"): A-A-Alligator. A-A-apple. A-A-Axe. A-A-Fire-bulance.

The tower of babel comes home to Ferndale

Grandpa: Habla espanol?

Eva: What?

Grandpa: Habla espanol?

Gabe: That's Japanese. I can tell

Hooker: A woman who grabs her children to keep them from running away

Amy (sleepily): The kids were up all night. I feel like a call girl.

Nate: A prostitute?!?!

Amy: What? NO!! A call girl - a girl who's always on call. Isn't that what that means?

A child-hood dream dashed, but at least we get a blog entry out of it.

Gabe: Y'know, dad, I caught you putting the quarter under my pillow last night and taking my tooth.

Dad: What? What are you talking about? What about the tooth fairy?

Gabe: I think it was the DAD fairy. Put that on your blog.

She uses that excuse for everything

Amy discreetly passes gas

Nate (over-reacting): Jeez, honey! Light a match or something. I can't breathe.

Eva: C'mon, Dad, she's pregnant.

Coming soon to a dinner table near you: Eva Rose. Rated R

Eva (at dinner table with guests): Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Awkward pause

Dad: What did you say?

Eva: Shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt.

Eva working on the computer

Levi's first post. I actually cut it short for space's sake

Levi learned to say Da-da

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Da-da!

Dad: Yes Levi?

Levi: Hi!

One of the keys to successful boxing

Eva: Daddy! Daddy! Your punching bag matches your shirt!

An unlikely heroine . . .

Eva: Dun-da-da-DAH!! Here I come to save the daaay . . . per!

Uncle Seth: Diaper?

Eva: Yes. (sings) Here I come to save the diaper!

Well, when you put it that way, I guess you're right.

Eva: There's some poopoo coming

Dad: Hurry to the potty. We like to go poopoo.

Eva: We don't like to eat poopoo!!

Actions speak louder than words

Gabe: So, what are we doing tomorrow?

Dad: We're going to Grammy and Poppa Tom's house.

Gabe calmly raises fist in silent celebration

If only tricking God were that easy.

Gabe (praying): And God, thank you that we have a dog named R-U-B-Y. Amen.

later: Oh no! Do you think God knows how to spell?

Hmmm . . . Sounds slippery.

Mom: What a cute lion!

Eva: I'm not a cute lion, I'm a MEAN lion!

Dad: You're a ferocious lion?

Eva: Yes. I'm a lotion lion. Let's wrestle.

Amy: I love you, Nate

Nate: I love you too.

Eva: I love my D.W. doll