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 ...