It would go just about the same as that one time when I was five years old and had had enough of mom telling me what to do and how to act and blah blah blah.... I grabbed some Lincoln Logs, Leggo's and jammy's, put them into a pillow case and headed out into the woods to live happily ever after, mom just laughed and offered me a sammich as I left.
I opted for a grilled cheese sammich about 45 minutes later when I came back cause I missed my Mommy.

That's how I see it going.