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 spent all Father's Day hovering over the grill, proclaiming himself the master chef.

When I complimented his perfectly cooked burgers, he just puffed out his chest and said, "Thanks, I always strive for *grill-iant* results!"

I asked my dad what he was most proud of as a father on Father's Day, and he smiled

and said, 'The fact that you're all still talking to me after all these years, despite my dad jokes.'

On Father's Day, I decided to give my dad the gift of a personalized photo album filled with pictures of his grandkids.

As he flipped through the pages, he got teary-eyed and said, 'This is the best gift I've ever received – mainly because it's the only thing they've ever made that doesn't have glue on it.'