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“It’s Probably Daddy’s Money.”

Say it loud.

Say it proud.

This time… their finally right.

And I couldn’t be more thankful.




Some people freeze in a crisis.

Some people panic.


And then there’s my dad, the man who treats chaos like a Tuesday afternoon DIY project.

It all started with a lost wallet and a whole mess of good luck and learning opportunities.


How it went?


I got to see what I was made of.

I got to see what pops was made of.


Phones confiscated.

Cards gone.

No way to access money.


The kind of situation where most people would be pacing the floor or calling relatives for “thoughts and prayers.”


Not my dad.

Where most see a wall, he sees a blueprint.

Where most see “impossible,” he sees “alright, step one…”


Mission: Get My Kid Back Online

First move? He tries to get four credit cards added to my Apple Wallet.

Four. Not one. Not two. Four. When the first attempt fails, he just shrugs and tries another. And another. And another.

Didn’t work? No problem.


Next? He buys a prepaid Visa card, thinking maybe that’ll load into Apple Wallet.

Nope. Apple said “denied.” Dad said, “Okay… what’s next?”


The Old iPhone Gambit

This man walks into the family tech graveyard — a drawer filled with chargers from 2009 and half-dead phones — and emerges holding my mom’s old iPhone like it’s the Excalibur.

He charges it, activates it, logs into my iCloud, and starts moving money from my savings to my checking like he’s in a Hollywood heist scene.


The Credit Score Resurrection

You’d think he’d stop there. Not Dad.

He remembers some TikTok “authorized user credit hack” he once saw from a lunatic online and decides to try it with a Discover card.


The hack and lunatic in question....Check it out.


But guess what? My credit score’s about to rise from the dead.


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The International Supply Drop

Now, a lesser man might call it a day.


Not Daddy. No.


He spends $75 on shipping and $80 on customs just to get me that phone and Discover card — like some kind of personal DHL strike force.


This isn’t just a guy who “helps his kid out.”


This is a man who executes a five-phase logistical recovery mission across multiple banks, devices, and international borders without once losing his cool.


You can keep your capes and movie superheroes.

I’ve got my dad.


The man, the myth, the absolute boss.


Now… seriously…


Dad, If you're still in the DIY mood, a trust fund would really butter my eggroll.