My dad's been working on his backyard patio for months, and I finally asked him when it would be finished.

He just smiled and said, 'When the patio is done, I'll be too old to use it.'

My dad's idea of a relaxing weekend is

spending 5 hours in the garage, only to emerge with a slightly cleaner workbench and a list of 12 new projects to start

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.

My dad always told me there wasn't a problem he couldn't fix.

And he was right. Every time I had one, he'd just tell me a truly awful dad joke, and suddenly, my problem felt a little less overwhelming... and I felt a lot more loved.