Evie stands on her step stool after getting up from a seated position on the toilet.
She blurts something at me... a command of some sort (they all blend these days).
Me: "Ok, enough already. Get down from your perch."
Evie: "Dat's not a perch."
Me: "Evie, it is. Your standing there... like a bird telling me what to do."
Evie: "No its not (frowning)."
Me: "Evie, when a bird sits on something... a high point of some kind and whistles... you call it a perch. Just, nevermind..."
Evie: "Dat's not a perch. A perch is in front of the house."
[pause]
Me: "That's a porch."
Evie: "Oh. A porch."
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