When I was a kid, I asked my dad if he believed in superheroes.

He just looked at me, grunted, and said, 'Only the ones who change tires, conquer spreadsheets, and occasionally grill a perfect burger.' Then he ruffled my hair, and for a second, I thought I saw his cape.

My dad said all he wanted for Father's Day was an hour of peace and quiet.

We found him in the garage, deep in conversation with a loose bolt on a bicycle he hasn't ridden in a decade.

Dad's been working on the same home improvement project for months

I'm starting to think his idea of 'completion' is just being able to find all the tools he needs to finish it

I asked my dad what his superpower was on Father's Day

He said it was his ability to turn any conversation into a discussion about the perfect grill temperature