Every day on the way home in the car, I ask my kids the same question, what did you do today. Every day I hear ‘painting’. I know they haven’t because when they do I have a nightmare trying to get it out of their clothes. But every day I hear painting. I say you must have done something else today? No. No singing, stories, gym, something? Painting. So glad we pay such extortionate fees for them to paint.