Sabrina would like to think she could make certain Rosie enjoyed any outing they took up, but she's spent a lot of time questioning herself. So when her dark eyes sweep Rosie's face, searching a bit, they're a bit serious.

"Tilt-a-whirl first," she says, and certainly not for the dizzy joy of Rosie pressed to her side, "and then ferris wheel? Maybe when we've spun ourselves out too dizzily? It's closer, anyway."

She guides them toward the delighted shrieks of those already tilting and whirling, pulling ride tickets from her pocket.