We made cookies out of salt and flour.
We painted them.
We did not eat them.
(Even though we made them in the kitchen, put them on a cookie sheet, tossed them in the oven, then put them on a plate at the dinner table. No. We did not eat them.)
And we painted some more.
Painting is a messy job.
You can't have these.
We hung them.
I guess they are called ornaments, not cookies.
My bad.
I took a bath.
The End.