Father’s Day is coming and so are every cliché gift is coming along with it. Everywhere you look there are robes, slippers, football stuff and a golf gift. It is one of my least favorite times of the year because I am always wondering what to get my dad because he does not like any of that cliché stuff. He does not golf; he already has robes, and all the football stuff he needs, outside of tickets of course. He even has season tickets to the Bulls so he is good there too. The only thing I have heard that he wants is a new grill, something cast iron and easy to clean. This of course is completely out of my price range, which means I will definitely be going shopping with my mom in a few weeks. That is what usually happens anyway. We go shopping with mom, she picks the gift, pay for it and we all put our name on it. Actually, recently a lot of the time we would just show up at the house and sign whatever package my mom hands us and be just as surprised as my dad when he opens it on Father’s Day.