Mistaken Identity

This is my dad.

He has twinkly crinkly eyes behind glasses, a bushy mustache and a warm smile. He's getting thin on top, but we don't notice.

We love him loads and think he's the handsomest nicest daddy/grandad in the whole wide world.

This is my Uncle Max. He is dad's brother. Uncle Max lives in Canada, but came to visit us last month.

It's been years since I've seen him and he's changed a lot. They aren't twins, but I think he looks the double of my Dad. Don't you?

He has twinkly crinkly eyes behind glasses, a bushy mustache and a warm smile. (He's also thin on top, but we don't notice).

All afternoon I kept having to look twice: Is that Dad sitting there? Nope, it's Uncle Max.

Scrag was sure he knew who it was. He toddled confidently up to Uncle Max and climbed up on his knee. Uncle Max was surprised, but pleased that Scrag was warming to him so quickly.

"Danda!" Scrag said, as he grabbed Uncle Max by the hand and began to pull him towards the train set.
 

"He thinks you're Grandad!" I said, laughing. "You'd better go with him!"
 
Scrag had a lovely afternoon entertaining "Grandad". He has absolutely no idea that it was actually his Great-Uncle Max. Awwwww.


In the Picture L to R: Cousin Cheryl (Oz), Aunty Glenda (Dad's sister), Uncle Max (Canada) and me. We had a lovely afternoon with family we hadn't seen for years, including my lovely cousin Cheryl. Big hugs Cuz! See you in Melbourne!

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