She nibbled on her bottom lip as she waited, though once a spot was set for her, she eagerly slipped into the chair. Downcast eyes kept peeking at Little One then to him and how he made his own work of art. She had been more than willing to wait her turn for the glue, a light giggle of delight as he then produced glue for each of them. Delicate fingers reached out to accept her glue, and as the others made their shapes, hers took on a more abstract form, squiggles and circles, and then the careful raise of her own bottle of teal glitter.<br/><br/>She had just begun to tap hers out when Little One’s lid fell off. A sudden squeal of giggles followed by her hand firm across her mouth, eyes wide, unsure if she had just done something wrong, her other hand still half pouring out her teal sparkles over her paper.<strong>”Pretty...”</strong>A soft response as flecks of purple accented, danced across her own paper.