The Failed Fathers Day

It was a Sunday morning and the boiling hot sun beamed melting heatwaves down on my family’s sweaty bodies. “Now what do I need?” Dad thought to himself. “That’s it: sun cream and lots of cool refreshing water.” As we went of to Stanwick Lakes, we saw an ice cream shop called Cafe Romè. We each stopped to get a lovely cold ice cream and it was really funny when my brother mistook sicilian lemon for sillican lemon but it was the worst time ever to get ice cream because it has just starting to pour down.

FAILED FATHERS DAY!!!

2 thoughts on “The Failed Fathers Day”

  1. WOW! this story is so funny I wish i could write like you my favorite part is when it( says my brother mistook sicilian lemon for sillican lemon but it was the worst time ever to get ice cream because it has just starting to pour down.) BYE:)

  2. Hi Freddy,
    I enjoyed reading your story.
    Poor Dad!
    The weather you’ve described in your story sounds like the kind of weather we have here in Ireland.
    Good work this week.
    Mrs Boyce
    Cork.
    Ireland

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