Who’s At My House?

My dad and I were driving down the street. We stopped the car. We turned into the driveway.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“I do not know,” said Dad. “He is in our house talking to your mom. She is waving at us.”
We waved at Mom. We sat in the car and waited.
“Dad, what is going on?” I asked.
He looked at me.
I looked at him, “What is that man doing in our yard now?”
“I do not know,” he said. “He looks very strange! He is wearing a mask.”
We sat and waited. The man did not leave. He just talked to Mom. They were laughing. He was happy.
“Something is wrong,” I said. “I will go and see.”
“No, I will go and see,” said Dad. He put his hands on his hips. He was not happy.
We walked to the house. The man turned around. He pulled off his mask. It was my Uncle Nate. He had come for a visit and was playing a trick on us.
“Hello, Dad. Hello, Ben! I am glad to see you!” said Uncle Nate.
“We are glad to see you, too!” we said. “What a nice surprise!”