His eyes were two blue Ferris wheels lit up by the magic of the night. He kept asking when we would go for a ride on the Ferris wheel. We wouldn't. He was too young and too short. But I've should have known. Ender's was really into circles as a baby. I have no idea why. Now, the most giant circle he has ever seen moving like a ship's wheel (well a ship sailing in circles) blinking and dancing in the night air was right before him. His chance had come to become the circle.
Ok ok ok, it was me who was heartbroken he couldn't ride. Ender was happy with his fried hotdog, the stinky goats and a baby roller coaster that he measured up to exactly. 37 inches of pride!