My writing is about a little boy and his grandfather

The enthusiastic grandfather and his miniscule grandchild climb up to the unsafe wooden house. The crinkly old man demonstrates how to blow a cloud with an silver cloud maker. The keen grandchild copies. The grandchild unsuccessfully blows a cloud, the grandfather is worried.

The diminutive child tries and tries, but instead he destroys the shiny silver cloud maker. The grandfather seems depressed.  The puny grandchild see’s the depression on his grandfather's face, and comes up with an amazing idea.

The grandchild molded the cloud maker into different shapes. The grandfather grins. The grandchild finally learns how to blow a puffy white cloud. They both grin at each other, and happily blows clouds on the rooftop of their protracted house.