Yesterday it was getting the chopsticks onto their fingers. Today there were pom-poms to move with them.
Chaewon had the chopsticks on right, and could close them round a pom-pom, and could pick it up. It was the carrying that went wrong. Halfway across, the pom-pom was on the floor.
So the other hand came in — pom-pom held up to the chopsticks, chopsticks closed round it — and then it slipped out between them again.
“Ts. Ts. Ts.”
Teacher Yubok went to the kitchen area and came back with the play food.
Tidy-up time, and the scarf Bori had been playing with went down on the floor, spread right out.
Then both hands took hold of it, and it did not fold.
It went flat again. Both hands again. It did not fold again.
“Hold those two corners,” said Teacher Yepark. “Now take them over and give the other corners a kiss.”
The corners kissed, and the scarf was in half.
Bori did it again to check, and then again.
The others saw it and went and got scarves out of the basket to fold. The ones who managed it put theirs in the basket looking pleased with themselves. The ones who could not got a hand with it.
Teacher Yubok was pushing corn blocks onto a wooden skewer to make a kebab, and Chaewon came over to watch and then to do it.
The first one got gripped too hard on the way on. It went flat.
“Why won't it work?”
The second one went on crooked — through the corner instead of the middle, sticking out sideways.
Chaewon looked at it, and then left.
Somebody else took the place at the table. That one could not get them on either, so the skewer went point-down on the floor to be pushed onto instead, and then it got turned round, and then turned round again.
“One end is sharper than the other end,” said Teacher Yubok.
The sharp end went first after that, and they started going on.
Then one got squeezed too hard again and stuck halfway. They worked at it together, and it did not come good, and it got left there and a new one started.
The new one went on with hardly any grip at all. So did every one after that.
The picnic was still going from yesterday, so the lunchboxes came out and got filled — rice rolls, fruit, whatever was on the shelf.
Then the lid.
The lid would not go down. Bori held it out to Teacher Yepark.
“It won't.”
She pressed it shut and handed it back, and it got carried off to be shown to somebody.
Then it got shaken, and there was a noise inside it.
That stopped everything. It got shaken again.
After that every lunchbox in the room was being filled and shut and shaken, and what went in was chosen for the noise it made.
Later one of them carried a piece of food over to the one sitting in the camping chair, who put it into the pocket on the arm of it, and then took it out again to eat.
Teacher Yepark went first. Fill the basket with pompoms, both hands on it, up and over the roof of the plastic tent.
Bori filled it to the top. That part was easy.
Then both hands round it, up on tiptoe, arms straight above — and the pompoms stayed where they were.
Another go. The basket got higher that time, and waved about up there, and came back down still full.
There were other baskets to try. A wider one. One with handles. The arms went up one way and then a different way, and Bori's face after each go said how it had gone.
A few did make it over. Most of them came back down on the floor, which meant picking them up, which meant filling the basket again.
Which they all did, and then went back up on tiptoe.