We paint, we glitter, we glue, we cut, we paste, we sprinkle, we draw, and by the end there are little sparkly flowers and butterflies and glitter and pompoms and coloured matchsticks and cotton wool and shells and sand and stickers and paint and glue strewn from one end of the flat to the other, smeared on our faces, dripped on our clothes, stuck to our feet, splattered on the table, scattered on the floor, and we sit back, cuddle, and admire our handiwork and watch it dry with a feeling a satisfaction.