The carnival is a festive mishmash of games, rides, and shows. A Ferris Wheel looms over a merry-go-round, trick shot booths, happy families shooting water guns and trying to blink towers of bottles over to win a stuffed prize.
Jo, of course, is overwhelmed and excited. She bounces around on her toes, pointing at different things and generally freaking out, not sure which direction she wants to run in first.
“Calm down, honey,” Camila says, running her fingers over the top of Jo’s head. “We’ll get to each thing, but you’ve got to pick something and tell us what you want to do first.”
She slips her hand into Mama’s and looks longingly over at the cotton candy stand. “Can I get some of that?”
Camila sighs. “Of course. Sugar is at the top of the priority list. As you wish, princess, let’s
