I'm a Truck Driver!

Yesterday I spent the day with my nephews. We visited Santa's Kingdom! It's a huge indoor wonderland complete with Snow-Slide, Elves, Santa's workshop, Ice Skating Rink, fake snow falling & everything Christmas.
It was hectic, hot, loud....and a joy! It was interesting to be amongst all those harried parents. I blended right in and was easily mistaken for just another Mum. Severals time I exchanged the secret nod-smile-eye roll that parents use to communicate an understanding. You know, when your toddler bellows, cries, demands or wants more. I was part of the gang.
Even though my nephews were, A-hem....very well behaved.
It was funny watching the kids riding on a spinning carasel, they were perched in tiny trucks, fire engines, dune buggies & motorbikes. My 3 year old nephew was furiously steering his jeep, so busy! Just precious! A girl behind him roared "I'm a Truck Driver! I'm a Truck Driver!" And in the minivan, a little redhead was inconsolable...he'd wanted the motorbike so badly but was beaten to it by a girl. He cried the whole time. Wailed & wailed! With each passing lap his Mum urged him to pull himself together. He did not.

As we were leaving I stopped to collect our compulsary Santa photo which was taken earlier. The elf in charge showed me our picture and double checked "Are these your kids?"
"Ah yes" I confirmed "That's the little mongrels"
And the Boy-Dressed-As-An-Elf gave a knowing wink to The-Aunty-Dressed-As-A-Mum and whispered "Not little mongrels, little Angels..."
Imposters, both of us. And wildly happy to be!