Dad's been working on the backyard patio for weeks

I'm starting to think his idea of 'finishing touches' is just a myth, like a landscaping unicorn.

For Father's Day, my mom told my dad he didn't have to lift a finger, that she'd handle the grilling.

He spent the entire time hovering by the BBQ, offering unsolicited advice and adjusting the tongs.

I asked my dad what he wanted for Father's Day, specifically something that truly embodied his spirit.

He just paused, looked at me, and said, "Hi embodied spirit, I'm Dad!"

My dad's perfect Father's Day usually involves him disappearing into the garage for a bit.

He says he's 'meditating,' but I think he's just making sure his wrenches haven't changed size since last Tuesday.