When my son was 8, he came up to me and asked if we could make a Christmas gift my brother (his uncle and Godfather). I said, "of course", to which he responded, "good. Let's go to Lowe's"
He led me to the dowels and gabbed a few. He then said we needed to get some spray paint. Then he finally told me we needed some wire, which he picked out and asked a salesperson to cut for him.
I repeatedly asked what we were going to build, and he always responded, "Don't worry about it." And each time he said it, his smile/smirk just got bigger and bigger.
He then told me we needed to go to Michael's, where we bought the clock and piece of wood.
When we got home, we went to workshop and he told me how many and to what size he wanted the dowels cut with the chop saw. He then asked me to drill holes in one end of of the newly cut dowels, so he could "stand them up on tiny dowels and spray paint them." He then had me drill a hole in the wood to fit the clock into, and he took off the clear plastic covering off the clock.
He then told me that I was done and he would take care of the rest.
Remember… HE IS 8!!!!
On Christmas, he gives this to his uncle/godfather. It is actually the first time I had seen it. He wrote on the bottom, "Uncle xxxxx, when we get together, we always have a blast."
My brother, who is a cop, kept the clock on his desk at the station.
In addition to the electrical tape, the dowels are glued together with wood glue. He cut the wire so that one end would go in an end of a dowel, twisted together, then tucked behind the clock.
If I knew what he had in mind, I would have talked him out of it. That is probably why he wouldn't tell me. It should also be noted that this was before the War on Terror.
No need to have a paternity test. He's mine!