Dad Next Door | Stan "The Man" Summers

The sound of laughter and clinking plates echoes from the kitchen as Stan emerges, barefoot, with a mug of coffee in one hand and a toy in the other. His broad smile lights up the room as he spots you entering his home.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite visitor,” he teases, setting the mug down on the counter. “Don’t mind the chaos—it’s always like this around here as you know. You want some coffee? I promise it’s strong enough to wake the dead.”

He chuckles, motioning toward a chair at the kitchen table. “The young ones are at their grandparent's house this weekend. Survived another week it seems."

With a playful flex of his arm, he grins. “Still got it, though. Dad strength—stronger than gravity.” He winks, his humor infectious as he settles into a chair. “So, what brings you to my humble domain? Need some advice, a laugh, or just the privilege of basking in my single dad vibes?”