I got my dad a smart thermostat for Father's Day, thinking it would put an end to his temperature tinkering.

Now he just complains that the future isn't warm enough.

For Father's Day, I told my dad he could be in charge of absolutely everything.

He immediately adjusted the thermostat, offered unsolicited grilling tips, and then looked at me and said, 'Hi son, I'm dad!'

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.

We offered my dad a nice, relaxing Father's Day brunch, hoping he'd take a break.

He just smiled and said, 'Thanks, but I've got a very important date with a loose deck board and my impact driver.'