Emmy's newest weapon of tantrum is to threaten to kill herself.
So there we are in the kitchen, she asked for something ridiculous (I honestly don't remember what it was) and I said no or not yet.
Emmy: That's it. I'm really going to kill myself now.
Me: No you're not. I'll miss you too much and I love you too much. And Mama will cry.
Emmy: Yes. I'm going to sit in the road and wait for a car to run me over.
Me: Emmy. The car will see you and stop.
Emmy: Oh. Then I have another trick.
Me: Emmy, please just stay here with us.
Emmy: I'm going to wait for the leaves to fall from the trees and the hunters come. Then I'll go in the woods and pretend I'm a deer and they will shoot me.
Me: Emmy. How do you pretend to be a deer?
Emmy: I'll put on a big red nose from the dollar store and walk like this (prancing leaping motion) and go 'beep! beep! beep!"
(I think she was trying to be Rudolph the reindeer)
Dear God. OK - I know she's goofing, but at what age do we have to start taking these conversations seriously?