First, we double-check which set of passports we're using this time.
Then we spend some time cutting up credit cards.
We decide to leave in the dead of night.
We debate the legality of leaving this country and entering the other with certain objects on our persons or in our possession.
We plan how to skate through customs while attracting as little attention as possible.
The Pater Familias frantically sorts through paperwork, then proceeds to shred lots of it.
At this point I'm not sure if we're going home or making a run for it.
(Unrelated. Just a little Christmas joy from us to you.)