My husband calls my sewing room the black hole of Calcutta...kind of true since shirts with one button missing might hide in there for years....
But when my great nephew's 2nd grade class worked on a quilt, he decided he wanted to learn to sew one. We started with little pillows....and I managed to let him take the lead without being critical....bite your tongue, bite your tongue.
He made a quilt wall-hanging for his mom, and when his first brother was born we made a very nice baby quilt - he did all the fabric and design selection, most of the cutting, and some of the sewing. (He was diagnosed as ADHD, but when he's working on a quilt he can concentrate on it longer than I can).
Brother number 2 came very early, so we had to hustle to get the second quilt made, but it too came out great. I love that there are fabrics with cars and trucks and tractors.
When they moved to a new house, he helped me make fleece patchwork bedspreads and curtains for both boys' bedrooms.
In fact, tomorrow he's coming to help me make him some school pants - these have got to be the three most rough and tumble boys I've ever seen, but that teacher should be congratulated for introducing him, and his class, to a skill he'll have forever.
K Cama