My dad got a brand new smart thermometer for his grill for Father's Day, and he was incredibly proud of it.

Later that evening, he walked into the living room, looked at the thermostat on the wall, and declared, 'Looks like this place needs about ten more minutes at 350 degrees!'

My dad said he didn't need anything for Father's Day.

Ten minutes later, I found him in the garage, 'just finishing up' a project he started back when I was in elementary school.

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 caught my dad yelling at the TV during a cooking show, and I asked him why he was so upset.

He said the chef was grilling him with incorrect techniques.