For Father's Day, I asked my dad if he needed any help with the barbecue.

He just flipped a burger and said, 'Nah, I've got this, but if you're 'hungry,' I'm 'Dad'!'

We tried to plan a big family outing for Father's Day, but my dad just shook his head.

He said his ultimate happy place was an afternoon alone with his riding mower, aiming for those elusive diagonal stripes.

I asked my dad what he wanted for Father's Day, specifically something that truly embodied his spirit.

He just paused, looked at me, and said, "Hi embodied spirit, I'm Dad!"

I asked my dad what his favorite Father's Day memory was, and he thought for a moment before saying

it hasn't happened yet, because it's the one where his kids are old enough to pay for dinner