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Well...Summer Camp is officially over for the year....sighs...the kids enjoyed it. However, nothing can be simple anymore and today is no different. The boys have been (ahem cough cough cough) "sharing" their GameBoy Advance with each other since they got it last week. So of course they have been bringing it to camp with them (Mr. DJ inscribed their names on it with some kind of electric tool, I don't know how) and I kept telling them every single day that they had better NOT let anyone else "borrow" it..well, today this classmate of Michael's took the game right out of it!!! Mark tried to no avail to get it back, and when this kid would not listen to Mark, Mark decided to kick him to get his attention....well, he got attention, but it wasn't the kind he wanted. So while Mark was sitting in the TIME-OUT CHAIR, off goes this kid with the game! Out the door, adios! And Mark is crying and crying and crying when I arrive...and the teacher says, "He got in trouble for kicking someone, and he's been crying ever since.." I thought to myself that this was unusual because normally Mark is not the type to be physical unless it's the only option left to him. So, I asked him what happened, and he told me, and I told the camp people. Now, we just called the kid who took their game and I let the boys talk to him and his father and they told him he had it, and his father said, "Well...we're leaving to go on vacation tomorrow, so we won't be able to get it to you until school starts."!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT???????? The boys told me this and I got on the phone and told him that his son not only took the game but now is responsible for bringing it back and wouldn't it be a great example for his son if he showed him that the vacation could wait about 20 minutes while HE drove over here, OR I could send my husband there.....

It's coming home in a few minutes........:-)

I am sorry to be laughing, DJ ... but this reminded me of a neighbor I had ... years ago. She had but one child ... a son ... who was the same age as my middle child ... a boy ...

She micro-managed this little fellow ... from ... violin lessons to swimming ... karate ... and so forth.

In the small amount of time left to play ... he would come over to my home and he and my son would either save or destroy the planetary copaceticness with their HeMan figures ... shows you how old I am ... HA!

Anyway ... his mother quickly became convinced that her boy was not returning home with the proper number of HeMan figues ... though there were many duplicates and such ... so she dabbed a bit of fingernail polish on the bottom of each foot ... of each one ... making it easier, you see ... when she came to collect her boy .. for he could not walk home the half block by himself ... to identify and retrieve his toys.

This annoyed me so much ... that I went to the store ... bought the same color polish and painted all the wee, inanimate toes ...

SMKs ... I will never forget the expression on her face ... when she next picked up her kiddo.

She was a fanatic about cleaning her house ... now that I am remembering ... and had no *magic* in her at all ... one St. Pat's Day ... I showed her how to dip those same HeMan feet in green food coloring ... and leave prints on the counter of her kitchen ... for the elves had visited overnight ...

Had a hard time gettin' them off ... heard about it for months ...