My Dad is the living epitome of everything that it is to be ENTJ. I heard that he tested ESTJ, but there is no way he's an S. His Ne shows ALL the time. It's how he thinks, moves, and has his being. I'd maybe be able to question whether his Ti or Fi are his secondary, but I've no legitimate doubt that he's an ENTJ. He and I get along great now, we've had our ups and downs, but much of it is the comparatively less than normal time we've had together. He served in the military until the end of my high school days, so he was gone a lot. Being that, he didn't really play an influence on my character in great leaps and bounds until later in my life.
My mother is likely an ESFJ. She's a little harder to type because she's not as straightforward about what she's thinking as my Dad. I've no doubt that shes a ESxJ. There's the emotional quality that is present in her behavior that makes me think F. She's familiar and in control of her own emotions. I'll admit that her Se has always frustrated me. If, when my Ni is going off, talk about strange things I see. She writes me off as being a wild idealist if I don't explain the details of it (unlike my dad who writes of everything that isn't sensible if it hasn't first beeen made void of emotional content). For example, she likes to work on jigsaw puzzles, and she has such an amazing eye for the smallest details, but if I manage to get a few pieces by doing what I do with jigsaw puzzles (take a look at the features that the pieces must have to fit and just systematically go through all the possible fits) and tell her she'll call it luck. However, if I point out that I saw some detail (i.e. the characteristics of it needing to fit) she'll call it brilliant. In the end, it's the same, but she just has to have it the way she sees it.
Although, I'll note, that both my parents are Es. Which has lead to a ton of confusion, especially as I grew up. They take the way I present myself at all times as the way I really am. Often they've been surprised by the depth of emotion and thoughts I have when I do share them because they see the defensive mask that presents the quiet, relaxed person that doesn't like to needlessly be bothered. Fortunately, we've all coped with it now and they do understand that I'll share what's on my mind in my time according to when it's appropriate, not simply because it's on my mind.