Capitals, Full Stops and Commas (Group 1)

He likes calling me kiddo. Mom says it’s because he’s always calling us kids by the wrong names.

Maybe I’m too old to believe in magic and wishes, but I don’t care. I still do it.

I frowned, trying to think. Was this a trick? Was I about to get pranked? “Okay,” I said slowly and headed for the door.

She gave me the first piece, and it was awesome. Chocolate with vanilla cream in the middle – delicious.

“Why don’t you go answer the door, kiddo?” suggested Dad.

It’s like magic is in the air or something.

Mom took the cake away to cut it into slices.

Ding, dong! The doorbell rang. We weren’t expecting anybody else.

My grandparents clapped and my little sister stuck her chubby finger into the puffy clouds of icing.

She’s always doing dumb things like that. Mom took the cake away to cut it into slices.

I closed my eyes, made my wish,and blew.