Then we started getting older. We realized that Fred's dad could probably beat you in an arm wrestle... he was a Marine. We sort of decided you aren't the best burger chef in the world after we tried Shake Shack. I'm sorry if we never told you any of this, but one day, we figured out you aren't Superman. Even if you do own the same underpants… and once changed clothes in a phone booth.
We realized, inevitably, you aren't perfect. We worshipped you in childhood, ignored or rebelled against you as teens, and as adults, we realized that those days out there were about so much more than dinner. We got to see you as a person, to catch a glimpse of what you were like, before dad-dom grabbed you by the sack and turned you into a responsible guardian. Eventually, we realized, dad is kind of cool.