"Good Niiiiight, Vietnam..."

What a four year old looks like at 7PM after:
getting up at 3AM to get picked up by a Thai taxi driver with no English and a trunk secured by packing tape, who stayed up by chewing coffee beans & had never been to the Bangkok airport before and didn't know how to get there; navigating through customs to get to a country where we weren't sure a visa would be waiting for us; flying over 600 miles into said (communist) country; finding a visa; watching his parents pull their hair out trying to figure out ATMs and costs where the exchange rate ($ to ɗôŋm) is 1 to 20,000 (lots of zeroes!); finding another taxi driver with no English to take him to a dirty, loud bus station where nobody spoke English except enough to say "no tickets -- storm"; finally learning a typhoon was approaching and he couldn't get on a bus to his next destination; getting some bread; finding another taxi driver with no English to take him to a hotel; getting yelled at for jumping on the beds in the hotel; finding an amazing hidden restaurant with fantastic Vietnamese food; learning that, in his opinion, this "fantastic Vietnamese food" every tells him about is really just not as good as Habaneros in Morganton and that, after all, he isn't even allowed to have the coffee his parents are raving about; exploring the Old City of Hanoi in the rain (remember the approaching typhoon?); learning there are no tickets for days to the biggest kiddo attraction, the Water Puppet Show; getting a milkshake instead; walking around some more; returning to the Puppet Show and scoring tickets; watching a loud and foreign, but very fun, puppet show; going to look for 550 lb tortoises in Hoan Kiem Lake; walking back to the hotel and getting some pizza;...
...and then seeing a bed.
His parents look pretty much the same right now.