You spin the weel as hard as your little body can, and you fall down due to the force. You look up as it slows down and hits -2.
"Crap, younger." you say as the tingle increases shrinking you right out of your clothes, and into toddler realm, as you realize how small you are.
You look up at the barker, and signal for him to lift you so you can spin again.
He looks down at you...and smiles.