Maybe ... I'd really like the kids to have learned carpentry - that would show some child-rearing skills.
I learned all I know about carpentry at my daddy's knee. It's enough to let me do whatever I need to do (horse jumps, dog house, agility obstacles) but I'm what's called a "rough carpenter -- good on rough work, and rough on good work." I can cover most of my mistakes up with putty and paint . . . < g >
Dad is a real genius - he can do furniture and stuff like that. I'll never forget the beautiful REAL walnut birdhouse he "helped" me build for a first grade birdhouse contest. All dovetailed joints - it was a bird duplex, one house at each end, with rings on the top and a pipe socket so you could hang it or mount it on a pole. I sanded all the pieces, held the end of the wood furthest from the saw blade, and rubbed on every one of the 2 coats of stain and 3 of varnish. (Parents were allowed to help . . . that may have changed after they saw that gorgeous thing.)