I asked my dad why he still keeps all my childhood artwork, even the really bad drawings, and he said

it's because he's not looking at the artwork, he's looking at the memory, and that's something no artist can replicate.

My dad's garage is so organized,

he can find a screw from 1992 faster than I can find my car keys.

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!'

For Father's Day, we offered to help my dad organize his meticulously curated garage.

He just smiled and said, 'No thanks, that's *my* version of a meditation retreat. Don't touch anything, you'll disrupt the feng shui of the socket set.'