The occasions when one of my offspring approaches and asks to do a craft project are rare round these parts. But very welcome. So when Mark wanted to make a Galaxy shirt, I was in the cupboard rooting out the fabric paint faster than a ferret up a drainpipe.
I even managed to keep my control freak tendencies under control for long enough to let him do his own project himself with minimal interference. And believe me, that's nothing short of a cosmic miracle.