Whenever my Dad is around, he fixes something. When I was a girl the joke around the house was that "Beck," my Dad, could fix anything at all. Sometimes it seemed that all he had to do was look at a car and it was miraculously fixed.
When Dad comes to Brazil, I try hard to make sure he doesn't have to spend his whole time working and fixing things, but he always manages to squeeze in a few good helpful chores.
The best things that Daddy fixes
when ever he is around and about are HEARTS.