Holy cow Eva can spell. It's time to come up with another code word for "bed" because Eva knows what we're saying when we give eachother the look and say "It's time for B-E-D". Tonight, when it was determined that for the last 20 minutes 40 seconds out of every minute was spent crying I gave Marc "the look" and said "it's time....". He knew exactly what I meant and apparently so did Eva. Before I could finish my encoded statement she began running around the den in hysterics screaming "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO E-B-D!". All the proof I needed that she was indeed ready for bed.... and "Hooked on Phonics".