I caught my dad sneaking back into the home office, his phone in his hand. He'd dressed up for the occasion, which meant replacing his sweater vest with a plaid button-down shirt that had been ironed to within an inch of its life. "Freeze."

He stilled mid-reach for the docking system plugged into the house-wide speakers. "You don't even know what I'm going to play."

"Steve Miller's greatest hits."

He blinked owlishly at me. "Are you psychic?"

"I can see ...