“oh, shoot, you’re right—” danbi notes with a gasp, eyes frantically searching for the closes wooden surface for her to knock her fist against. “but let’s just hope your optimism is positive foreshadowing, hm? i mean, how bad can it be?”
—apparently very, very bad. in fact, so bad that she can see the grimaces of the production crew’s faces as the entirety of the baby spa is filled with echoes of toddlers crying and wailing in the background. the first hour or so of the visit went fine: they were given instructions, and even had a cute little fashion show when they changed into their swimwear. but as soon as they got in the water—well, all hell broke loose.
their own baby boy for the day was, of course, the catalyst for this disastrous domino effect, and no matter how fast they scurried to pull him out of the water, the cries aren’t seeming to let up any time soon.
so in response, all danbi can do is laugh. loudly. and she tries to hide it, too, with a sobbing baby in her arms and all, but she can’t help it. “i hate to be the person who said ‘i told you so’ but… i told you so, nami.”
for an hour or so, nami felt like they could get through this shoot without a itch. the baby spa is, in fact, exactly what they would've expected. besides her shyness for having to be seen in swimsuit on tv, the experience was actually wholesome. the baby seemed to appreciate the massage that preceeded the water but then... he touched the water. nami saw his face contort and before she could do anything, he was wailing. loudly. and suddenly a ensemble of baby cries.
while danbi is holding their crying baby, nami is trying her best to distract him; she tries to give him a pacifier, she tries to play hide and seek, she tries to shake his toys in front of him. to no avail. "i want my mommy..." is the only thing nami managed to say when danbi tell her 'i told you so'. all the positivism and what for. she can feel the glare of other mothers. this has to be her worse nightmare. "we have one last weapon..." she searches in the bag and gets out a rice rusk that babies adore and offers it to the crying monster, in hopes that this will do.