I'm pretending I wasn't super hormonal crying about it. Sometimes my momornes (mom-hormones. Go with it) are a bit out of control.
And so while they laid in a tent and picked their noses (hadi):
I got two orders of the best Korean food around, and laid on the couch watching Say Yes to The Dress till 11:00 at night.
It seemed like the mature thing to do at the time.
The good news is Hadi slept all night in the tent (!!?!) and they both came back in one piece, with only minor complaints about each other. And I had Korean leftovers. So that's a pretty big success story in my book.