For someone who’d been alive for so long, you’d think they’d have better experience with children. But there Shiloh stood, Esther balanced on their hip, staring up at the small ferris wheel that had been erected for the festival. “Is that...safe for a nine month old?” they asked no one in particular. They weren’t even sure if she’d enjoyed it, but if it wasn’t safe for babies, they sure as hell weren’t letting their daughter anywhere near it.









