Write four lines of prose about: no shame.
This evening we took Max to our town's annual Santa Claus Parade. It may be small and over with pretty quickly, but it's quite well attended and definitely worth the outing for the little ones, if all the excitement around us was any indicator.
Although, for some, it was perhaps a little too short.
"Did you like the parade Max?"
"Yeah, it was so much fun!"
"... I want another parade," he said in full on Pout Mode.
I've promised to find him a bigger Santa parade to watch on the computer tomorrow. Maybe this one will do the trick.
"Please, Madam... can you spare some change?"
"Tell me, young man, how much is that suit you're wearing worth?"
"Oh, it cost me about twenty-five hundred... that's kind of why I'm out here!"
The elderly woman walked away, leaning heavily on her cane, muttering something that sounded terribly close to Kids these days.