Capitals, Full Stops and Commas (Group 1)

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

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

Mom took the cake away to cut it into slices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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