Whenever something went missing in our house, my mom would always say, 'Go ask your dad.'

And he’d always find it, usually in plain sight. I think he secretly just wanted to make sure we always knew who to turn to when we were lost. Or just, you know, couldn't find the TV remote.

I got my dad a new smart thermostat for Father's Day, hoping it would make his life easier.

He just set it to 72 degrees, then looked at me and said, 'Now that's what I call a *degree* of comfort!'

My dad's idea of retail therapy...

...is walking through the hardware store, picking up random bolts and muttering, 'I'll need this someday.'

I tried to bake my dad a cake for Father's Day, but I accidentally used salt instead of sugar.

He took one bite, made a face like he'd swallowed a lemon, but then just smiled and said, 'You know, this is exactly what I wanted. A reminder of how much effort you put in.' And I realized he's been appreciating my 'best efforts' his whole life.