Kason stood, high above most everyone in the carnival. But that was because she stood on her eldest brother Kyler's shoulders. She laughed, throwing her hands around as she wobbled when he walked. Pulling something green from her pocket, she pushed a kazoo up to her lips, and tried to play anything that reminded her of a circus. "Everybody wants to come to the carnival!" She shouted. 
The middle brother, Kendel, rolled his eyes as he watched from his food truck. "Kason!" He called. 
Kyler looked over and spun them around, Kason squealing as she grabbed onto his head not to fall 
"Shit, Kyler! Trying to kill me!" 
Kyler just chuckled. 
"Kason, how many shots did you have today?" Kendel asked, pushing his little hair net from his face. 
"Just a few." The youngest laughed. "I think Kyler drank half the bottle!" She went back to her kazoo, Kyler still holding her legs as he paced back in forth in front of the rides they were running that day. 
But hearing the word taffy, Kason's head turned. "Oh! Is that where that went?" She laughed. "Sorry! It fell out when a kid hit me with his football!" Pushing copper hair from her freckled face, she straightened her shorts. 
Kendel sighed as he watched them. They were going to get themselves killed one day. He shook his head and just stared at the fryer, waiting for customers.