It was near the end of the (long and painful) day, and we were wrapping up our journal writing. (And when I say we I mean he. Him. Frank.) He was trying to finish his picture, when he held up one of his markers and said in a very professor-like voice, "You know, you can kill yourself by putting a marker in your eye."
I looked at him.
"Frankly," I said, "At this point I think I'd like to test that theory. On myself."
2:30 at the end of a long long day? Don't think I wasn't serious.