I was sitting on a wall in Dubai, waiting to see my daughter and grandson. They came over to greet me. My grandson, Alex, was a cheeky little rascal of a boy. He pointed at a man wearing a small hat and long skirt and cried “Fatty! You’re not supposed to eat the fridge, just the food inside it!”
“Alex! I’m taking you back to our hotel room,” his mother threatened, and they walked off arguing.
The man in the skirt and his friend stalked angrily over to me. “I’m so sorry about my grandson” I said, blushing bright red.
Ella 3C
Great use of adjectives. I like how the Grandma blushed BRIGHT red.
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