I slowly walked back into my parent’s living room on Father’s Day afternoon and hunted for my dad. “Um, Dad,” I said, quietly, standing behind him. “Could you maybe come outside for a moment and give me some advice?” I was trying to be discreet. I didn’t want to alarm my wife who was sitting across the room talking to my mother. But I’m not very good at hiding things from my wife, and she immediately looked at me with a concerned eyebrow. “It’s fine,” I told her, as my dad stood to follow me out the door. “There’s just something about our car that I would like my dad to look at quick.” This was the truth, but it maybe wasn’t the whole…