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's ideal Father's Day gift isn't a new gadget or a fancy meal.

It's finding an unlabeled can of paint in the garage that *might* be the perfect match for the trim he painted seven years ago.

I asked my dad what his big plans were for Father's Day.

He said, 'I'm finally going to get around to that home improvement project... once I finish polishing my wrenches.'

I asked my dad what he wanted for Father's Day this year.

He said, 'An afternoon alone with the lawnmower, and no one questioning my stripe patterns.'