"The birds will think it’s a UFO," Dad laughed."Exactly," Uncle Tom replied. "It’s high-fashion for sparrows."

The day started at 7:00 AM. Usually, I hate 7:00 AM, but Uncle Tom was visiting from the city, and when Uncle Tom is around, things get loud. He and Dad were already in the kitchen trying to make "The World’s Greatest Pancakes."

We headed to the garage. The smell of old wood and oil is what I always associate with Dad. My job was the most important: The Official Measurement Checker. Measure twice, cut once, very serious.

Looking at Dad and Uncle Tom sitting in their lawn chairs, tired and covered in green paint spots, I realized that the birdhouse didn't really matter. What mattered was that Dad didn't look at his phone once, Uncle Tom told his best stories, and I got to feel like part of the team.