One day, after about an hour of "Ewww yuck! That is DISGUSTING!" (like I was holding up a rotting corpse or something), I decided to do something about it. I told the child to "Come over here. I want to try an experiment with you." She obediently trotted over.
"How about you drop everything you're doing and drive me to the store in your car using gas you paid for. Then, you try helping me choose clothes for myself while I flounce behind you and say YUCK! EWW! and UGH! I will also indicate my displeasure with rolling eyeballs, whining and patronizing grunts. I will moan about trying on clothes and snarl when you bring me the wrong coloured pants. I will continue to complain and tantrum until you are ready to chew your own leg off. ("PLEASE! Make it STOP!")
Then, we will march to the checkout and you will use your money to pay for everything I chose for me. You don't get anything for yourself. Then you drive me back to your home (where I live rent-free) so I can show off my new clothes while you start cooking my dinner (that you also paid for).
How does that sound?"
Since then I've had no problems.
This is a picture of me having just completed my shopping Mall frenzy. All paid for by my children. You can see my hair has grown. And I lost about 170 pounds. (I am loving this fantasy!)