Today Guy and I ran a couple of errands. On the way back to the car, I insisted that Guy hold my hand in the parking lot. As he objected, I told him no, because I didn't want him to die. He said, "I want to die." Stubborn kid. I told him that dying isn't fun. It hurts. It's bad. It's sad. You don't want to die. And plenty of other things. As he continually insisted. I changed the subject and asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch when we got home. He momentarily forgot about his petition.
Until we got home (10 min later). First thing he said when Rob came out to the car after we got home was, "I want to die." ?!?!
We both tried telling him it wasn't any good. And distracted him long enough to eat lunch.
Three hours after the subject was initially presented Guy woke up from his nap. The first thing out of his mouth after he came out of his room was again, "I want to die." And this time he was whining about it.
This time, Rob's great idea was to tell him he wouldn't be able to hug us anymore, and he wouldn't be able to have his blanket anymore (which he was still cluthing since waking up). I'm still not sure which one was more important to him (us, or the blanket), but he hasn't mentioned the topic since then.
* the "funny kid" label isn't entirely appropriate, I realize, but it kind of fits there.
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