The only time Elisabeth gets into mischief is when I am trying to bolus feed her and she swats her hand at the tube...resulting in liquefied food splashing everywhere.
Such was the case today.
I called Elsa down to help clean up the mess and hold her hands.
"It's okay, you might make messes sometimes, but you are such a good, good girl," I told Elisabeth.
"Yes, Elisabeth, messes aren't a big deal. But seizures are a big deal," Elsa told her.
"Exactly," I agreed.