I bought my dad a new smart grill for Father's Day, thinking it would take his grilling skills to the next level.

Now he just uses it to prove to the neighbors that he can cook a perfect steak at 6:04 AM.

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!"

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.

My dad always said his greatest talent was being able to fix anything around the house.

And while he did master everything from leaky faucets to wobbly chairs, his real superpower was always knowing how to fix a bad day, usually with a groan-worthy dad joke and a hug that somehow glued everything back together.