Pottery class was a disaster but somehow still worth it

Signed up for a Saturday morning pottery class for me and my 7yo. I expected us to make matching bowls or something Pinterest-worthy. Instead he made a blob, got clay in his hair, knocked over the teacher's coffee, and cried because his "was ugly." Then somehow we signed up for 6 more weeks. He's already talking about "the next project." Moral of the story: sometimes the messy moments are the ones that stick.