I asked my dad to write a letter to me and my siblings for Father's Day, but with one condition: he had to write it as if it were his last piece of advice to us.

He wrote a single sentence: 'Don't forget to mow the lawn, it's supposed to rain next week.'

My dad spent all Father's Day hovering over the grill, proclaiming himself the master chef.

When I complimented his perfectly cooked burgers, he just puffed out his chest and said, "Thanks, I always strive for *grill-iant* results!"

My dad wanted a Father's Day gift that perfectly represented his unique brand of dad-ness.

So I got him a custom BBQ spatula that says, 'Hi Hungry, I'm Dad.'

My dad's neighbors think he's a professional landscaper

but really he just has a lot of free time and a riding lawn mower