Those of you who have read through my Christmas in Lalibela book have heard my existential issues with pictures of dirty-faced kids peering soulfully into the lens. However, I make exceptions occasionally.
In this case, I noticed that the kids were playing jun-ken-po (or rock paper scissors). I joined in... and the kid in the middle here proceeded to beat me handily six times out of seven. So that's the story of the smirk.