In the Potter's hands

My dad is a fantastic potter. He has a couple wheels in the garage and a kiln in the backyard. I thought it would be fun for Viv to have her first of many pottery lessons. Truth be told, she was terrified! We got a couple cute photos, but I should have been paying attention to the signs all week of her dislike of sand and playground bark haha. She worked up the courage to hold some slimy clay, but cried every time she got close to the spinning wheel. Oh, well. Maybe next time we visit she can help make a pot!