Some days I just want to call their bluff.

Frank has been spending an inordinate amount of time working at my table. While most children might not view this as a good thing, he seems to think it's a place of honor.

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.