My dad always claims he's completely immune to 'dad jokes' – says they're too predictable.

So for Father's Day, we spent the whole day telling him our best (worst) ones. He groaned and rolled his eyes at every single one, then leaned in and whispered, 'Those are the only bad jokes I actually love... because they mean you're still trying to make me laugh.' Then he tried to tell us one and completely messed up the punchline.

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.

He said, 'Just the perfect articulating ladder so I can finally reach that one spot on the gutters I've been meaning to fix since last spring.'

My dad told me he wanted a very specific Father's Day gift: something that would help him maintain optimal home comfort.

So I got him a sweater, and he said, 'Perfect! Now I can finally turn the thermostat down even lower without anyone complaining.'