The Ukelele

I went out in the garage and found my son rummaging through the recycle bin.

"What are you doing?"

"A project."

I looked at him quizzically.  "What kind of project?"

"You'll see."

Ten minutes later, he was taping a paper towel roll to a milk jug.  Then he attached a rubberband.

"Ta-da!"

"What is it?" I asked.

"A ukelele, of course."

"Of course."  I looked at the concoction.  "Does it play?"

"Yeah, listen."  He strummed a tune.

I was impressed.  The boy is a musical genious, or something. Do you think he got it from me?