Capitals, Full Stops and Commas (Group 1)

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Mom took the cake away to cut it into slices.

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