Skewed reality.

Me: "Mya, you need to get your bike out of the road or it's going to get run over by a car."

Mya: "I don't care"

Me: "You won't have a bike to ride anymore."
Mya: "I'll just tell my dad to buy me a new one."

Different conversation.

Me: "Will you please pick up all the poly pocket stuff off the floor so I can vacuum.

Silence

Me: "If you don't pick it up, I'll just vacuum it up and then it will be gone.

Mya: "It's okay mom. Santa will bring us new ones."