Elizabeth is really quite helpful. She helps Barb cook and clean. She helps me take my shoes off. She gives us back- and foot-rubs. She's a good shopper. She helped us put lights on the Christmas tree.
The trick of it is, she has to want to. If she feels like she's being forced to do something (e.g., put on a diaper, put on clothes, ingest medicine), she screams bloody murder, becomes as limp as a pudding, and squirms like an eel. An eel made of pudding!
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