R sent me this email the other day depicting the effort required to wipe their feet:
R: "Hey Nori, go over there honey" *points towards the kitchen*
*Nori looks at me and comes over to stand in between Dayna and I*
"Here? Over here? Is this where you want me to go? Right in between you two?"
R: "Hey Dayna, come here honey"
*Dayna lunges for Nori*
"There? Near her face? Is that where you need me to be? If I continue to pull, then you'll let me free, so I'm going to pull a lot more just now"
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